Friday was a Day
May. 29th, 2010 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
voxwomanWork is somewhat analogous to the Gulf spill - you see the disaster coming, in slow motion, and there's not much you can do about it except complain about the terrible planning of the people in charge. The work fan will turn all brown and stinky next week, but I have no time to worry about it.
Because...
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up:
The parent group had a "wind down" event at one of the member's homes last night. I decided to park on the dead-end street in front of her house, a few feet from where her family and the family across the street had set up two portable basketball hoops <i>in the street</i>. A young boy was playing ball on the other side of the street, and I did feel a little uneasy about leaving my car there. I even asked the hostess "is my car going to be safe if I leave it there on the street?" and she said "I'm sure. He [the boy] will keep to his side of the street". OK, fine. I went in and we hung out chatting about tthis and nibbling on that and the other ladies were having maragritas and beers and wine and we were all having a nice time on their backyard deck, away from the 3 young boys and their friends who were also over at the house doing whatever they do.
In The Meantime, I was telling the women this story about a feral kitten that I rescued out of the woodpile the night before and that we spent an hour or so in the rain trying to coax it out from the bushes where it was hiding invisibly. The kitten was terrified of us and wouldn't let us near him. Apparently, at around 2AM, the kitten was screaming so loudly, the neighbors across the street sent their daughter out with a can of cat food to leave on our front porch which was half-eaten this morning and we haven't heard from the kitten and thought it moved on.
Well, at 9:25, I get a cryptic text from my daughter "I want it and you know I get what I want" I text back "What?" and she texts me "The kitten. We caught it and it likes me" I call my husband to confirm and then bid the women good night, because I need to go home and help deal with this kitten trapped in the hav-a-hart trap. (apparently, they heard it crying underneath our next door neighbor's porch and R got the trap, baited it with a can of cat food, and in 10 minutes the kitten was in there, bashing his head on the sides, trying to get out.)
I get in my car to go home. I feel something on my face - I thought it was a bug. I brush at it. And a few seconds later, something else. I look up and the top of my car looks... strange. Like the moon roof is covered in some sort of schmutz.. I touch it and it <i>moves</i> the glass is shattered. Luckily, there is a metal sliding cover to enclose the interior of the roof, and I close this before I and the interior of the car are showered with glass shards. I drive back to the house where I had been and speak to the hostess. One of her sons is also in the kitchen and I ask him "Were you guys playing basketball outside?" and he says yes, and that he didn't do anything and he didn't see anything and he doesn't know anything. Sigh.
I get home, listening to the sound of glass hitting that sliding door on my roof, and falling into the inside of the body of my car the whole way home. We get the trap open by upending it. I have on R's work gloves and I scruff the kitten, and he's very relaxed. I check him over, and discover he's a boy, and that he doesn't have fleas. I decide to hold him on my lap. He relaxes pretty fast, and after a few minutes is purring and fluffing me and looking for something to nurse on. After a few more minutes, he's licking one of my fingers and starting to chew on it, so I get a spoon full of the, until now, ignored cat food from the trap and he eats it ravenously. I let him hang out with me some more (we take some pictures ) and I get him into a large pet carrier with a towel and a small litter pan and we put him in the basement bathroom to separate him from the other critters and we go to sleep.
So today, I have to take the car into the auto body place, file a report with my insurance, take the kitten to the vet to make sure he's not carrying FIV or worms or something else nasty, get him his shots, and wait till the "all clear" to allow him to interact with the other cats in the house. When all I wanted to do was finish a quilt.
What's interesting is that I adopted Panzi on memorial day weekend so we had 3 or 4 days before we left her alone in the house.
I don't know that we're keeping him yet, but we'll see how the next few weeks go.
Because...
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up:
The parent group had a "wind down" event at one of the member's homes last night. I decided to park on the dead-end street in front of her house, a few feet from where her family and the family across the street had set up two portable basketball hoops <i>in the street</i>. A young boy was playing ball on the other side of the street, and I did feel a little uneasy about leaving my car there. I even asked the hostess "is my car going to be safe if I leave it there on the street?" and she said "I'm sure. He [the boy] will keep to his side of the street". OK, fine. I went in and we hung out chatting about tthis and nibbling on that and the other ladies were having maragritas and beers and wine and we were all having a nice time on their backyard deck, away from the 3 young boys and their friends who were also over at the house doing whatever they do.
In The Meantime, I was telling the women this story about a feral kitten that I rescued out of the woodpile the night before and that we spent an hour or so in the rain trying to coax it out from the bushes where it was hiding invisibly. The kitten was terrified of us and wouldn't let us near him. Apparently, at around 2AM, the kitten was screaming so loudly, the neighbors across the street sent their daughter out with a can of cat food to leave on our front porch which was half-eaten this morning and we haven't heard from the kitten and thought it moved on.
Well, at 9:25, I get a cryptic text from my daughter "I want it and you know I get what I want" I text back "What?" and she texts me "The kitten. We caught it and it likes me" I call my husband to confirm and then bid the women good night, because I need to go home and help deal with this kitten trapped in the hav-a-hart trap. (apparently, they heard it crying underneath our next door neighbor's porch and R got the trap, baited it with a can of cat food, and in 10 minutes the kitten was in there, bashing his head on the sides, trying to get out.)
I get in my car to go home. I feel something on my face - I thought it was a bug. I brush at it. And a few seconds later, something else. I look up and the top of my car looks... strange. Like the moon roof is covered in some sort of schmutz.. I touch it and it <i>moves</i> the glass is shattered. Luckily, there is a metal sliding cover to enclose the interior of the roof, and I close this before I and the interior of the car are showered with glass shards. I drive back to the house where I had been and speak to the hostess. One of her sons is also in the kitchen and I ask him "Were you guys playing basketball outside?" and he says yes, and that he didn't do anything and he didn't see anything and he doesn't know anything. Sigh.
I get home, listening to the sound of glass hitting that sliding door on my roof, and falling into the inside of the body of my car the whole way home. We get the trap open by upending it. I have on R's work gloves and I scruff the kitten, and he's very relaxed. I check him over, and discover he's a boy, and that he doesn't have fleas. I decide to hold him on my lap. He relaxes pretty fast, and after a few minutes is purring and fluffing me and looking for something to nurse on. After a few more minutes, he's licking one of my fingers and starting to chew on it, so I get a spoon full of the, until now, ignored cat food from the trap and he eats it ravenously. I let him hang out with me some more (we take some pictures ) and I get him into a large pet carrier with a towel and a small litter pan and we put him in the basement bathroom to separate him from the other critters and we go to sleep.
So today, I have to take the car into the auto body place, file a report with my insurance, take the kitten to the vet to make sure he's not carrying FIV or worms or something else nasty, get him his shots, and wait till the "all clear" to allow him to interact with the other cats in the house. When all I wanted to do was finish a quilt.
What's interesting is that I adopted Panzi on memorial day weekend so we had 3 or 4 days before we left her alone in the house.
I don't know that we're keeping him yet, but we'll see how the next few weeks go.
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Date: 2010-05-29 02:33 pm (UTC)Merlin, Mario and Luigi are still here and aren't going anywhere. There is a patron/ess of cats somewhere who thinks that 10 is the proper number for us to have.
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Date: 2010-05-29 04:27 pm (UTC)One can just tell you're having a hard time not to melt ;-).
Do keep him! At least as long as Panzi will let him live.
Sorry to hear about the car...