Back when things were going to hell on a buttered slide (the handbasket was neither big enough nor fast enough), I spent a lot of time trying to find new homes for most of my cats.
I don’t do this, normally, but I feel I should warn you there’s a possibly upsetting, or at least unpleasant, description of the aftermath of a veterinary surgery in the seventh paragraph after the “continue reading” flag. Feel free to skip that paragraph, or indeed the whole post, if you wish.
I never intended Poppet to happen.
My plan was that I’d catch Momcat Phantom’s first litter, then catch Phantom, have her spayed, and let her go — I would have been happy to make her an indoor cat, but I truly wasn’t sure it would work. But I could easily see her as my TNR kitteh.
If you read Day 11, you already know that isn’t how it turned out.
It was just this average kitten, you know? Two of the litter were party-patterned Halloween kittens, one was a pastel calico like their mom, and one was a tortie. Kitten the Fifth was plain old white with big tabby-ish patches in a shade that wasn’t quite orange and wasn’t quite brown. Sort of butterscotch, in fact. So much so, on further consideration, that I decided to name said kitten Butterscotch.
Until I got to know it — that is, her. At which point Garbo became the obvious choice of name because this kitten wanted to be alone with a vengeance.
In Day 52’s post, you met Minerva. For Day 53’s post, you get to meet Houdini.
Day 52 a.k.a. 1/17/16. I figure as long as I never get more than a day behind, I can still catch up. 😉
Today: KITTIES! Well, okay, one of them. If cats aren’t your favorite thing, feel free to skip this one…and probably the next 3 as well, because I think it’s going to be cats all the ways down…
Wow. Don’t tell me I’ve run out of topics after only 10 days. Can’t be. The world is much much bigger than that.
On the other hand, this is really the first day where absolutely nothing has popped up and waved and said, “ME! Write about ME today!”
Sit back a minute. Think. Let my mind drift a bit, maybe this, no, not feelin’ that topic today, okay maybe this, yes, more like it, but not quite, and then one of the cats…
That’s it. Their vet.
You’ve seen a little about where I’m From. Now let’s look a different direction: the opposite of “from”…
Except it doesn’t work quite that way when I write it; I can say “I’m from,” but I can’t say “I’m to.” It has to be something else, like “I’m going to” or “I’m heading to,” and neither of those has quite the same quality as the simple “I’m from.”
But I have come from, and there is now a to.
There’s going to my second week at a new job. A reality I kept quiet for a long time, afraid something would come along and pull the rug out from under me: “Oh, that job offer we said you’d get? PSYCH! Not happening, sorry to get your hopes up!” That didn’t happen.
The job did.
And after my first week I can say I’m really happy to have it to go to, not just from the supporting-myself standpoint, although that’s huge. But I feel as if they’re telling the truth when they told the group of new employees that we were chosen because we were exceptional candidates and the company felt we had a lot to offer. I am fascinated by the company from a business standpoint, and extremely pleased by everyone I’ve met so far, newbie and otherwise. I feel as if I fit somewhere again. It’s a good feeling.
And slowly but surely, if I succeed at my job — and trust me, I plan to! — I’ll have a place of my own to go to as well. At the moment, I’m renting a bedroom, but there was a miscommunication about my cats. So I either have to foster some of them (and pay toward their care, of course) with the understanding that I’ll get the little fuzzballs back when I can afford to rent an apartment…or I have to find a cat-friendly but affordable apartment. Pool house. Room. Whatever. I just got them back — they all slept with me the last two nights, and are finally seeming less shell-shocked by no longer being in little pens at the vet’s — and the thought of having to farm some of them again so soon hurts like hell.
Of course, so would losing this room without an alternative lodging. So if I could ask y’all for some good mojo of the affordable-housing or foster-kitties kind, I’d really appreciate it.
Because I want to keep moving forward.
I want to