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Moon Phase =1st quarter | Weather = Actually tolerable and sunny | Current books = Dreamwalker
Daybreak - Mary SummerRain
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August 29, 1998
Oh boy - had an experience that I don't particularly wish on anyone. I found two kittens that were obviously being taken care of by a mother cat - one was especially round and well-fed looking while the other looked just a bit weaker - but they were exposed to the elements. The worst part is that green flies had laid eggs in the kittens fur and the larva were everywhere - especially on the weaker one. The normally black fur on its neck and back of its head were yellow from all the larva. It took me forever to get them out. I ended up washing the kitten (I'm sure that kitten will hate me forever now - I had to hold what I could of its body under warm water to get the larva out) and combing through its neck and head fur with a flea comb. I finally had to resort to getting the larva to let go by soaking a cotten ball with peroxide and wetting them with it. I was surprised that there weren't any open sores where the larva were.
I didn't want to, but I put them back where the mother had them. I've never seen any of the cats around these two so I'm not even sure who the mother is. I'm going to keep an eye on them the next several days - I may have to step in and take care of them. I think though that they may be alright...despite a bit of human - and water - induced trauma.
It felt good to be doing something worthwhile - to be needed. (I'm getting tired of writing about this damn so-called relationship with C.M. - getting time to do something) It's been so long since I've felt needed that I had forgotten what it felt like. C.M. certainly doesn't seem to need me for anything - he just goes on his merry little way. Never mind that I may just want some company. This is not how a relationship is supposed to be. Where is the love? Where is the caring? Where is the damn common decency?
Before I start sounding like a co-dependent, I'm going to take a shower.
I never did take that shower. I started cleaning the living room instead. I never realized how many books I have until I had to move alot of them...I've also started dumping a lot of the useless stuff I've accumulated - articles downloaded from the Web and the like. I have no idea why I've hung on to some of that stuff. I suppose this place really isn't that bad, once I forget the troubles I've had here. I've got to finish that painting in the bathroom and start the one in the living room. I think that a fancy dancer will go nicely in there.
I don't suppose it needs to be said but the experiment hasn't taken off yet - I haven't seen anyone today. Tomorrow is it's first test.
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