Today we find out what Twirl is facing as the lab results should be in. It is early in the morning and I find that I cannot sleep. I want this lump to be a friendly lump, one that will go away in time with medication and TLC. I want this white kitty with no ear flaps to have many more days ahead of her where she can just take it easy, lay in her favorite nap spots, eat to her heart’s content and accept all the love we have to give her. But, deep down I have a small fear that this will not be so and her days are numbered.
Yesterday was very strange. There is a lady in town who expressed a deep interest in giving Dobby a good home. I took him into her shop to meet with her, she appeared to really like him, but he was so scared, he was trembling and yowling his discomfort. Not the best first impression. She was then supposed to show up here after work and I was going to take him and follow her to her home so I could see where he might be living. Well, she never showed up, nor did she call. I called her twice and all I got was her answering machine.
I told Mike that this must be some sort of sign that he isn’t supposed to go and meet her family and have a life where he is to be her cat. Instead, he is to be ours forever. Or for as long as God wants him to be. He was terrified to be out of his comfort zone in her shop. I was holding him on my lap and he was shaking and crying. I’ve never seen the trembling before in him and he has been through a lot in his short little life.
Dobby came to us after someone called my attention to this haranguing post on Craigslist about how this “devil kitty” was dumping over plants, thrashing her house, using the litter box right after she cleaned it! GASP! What a devil! How dare he do that? I read this post and thought to myself, this poor kitty- what is she doing to him because she doesn’t understand how kittens are? So we drove to Portland to rescue him. And he has just been a champ! No problem whatsover. If I got bent out of shape over kitties dumping water glasses, running up the drapes, using the litter pan seconds after I cleaned the litter box, scrubbed it down and put clean litter in it- then I guess I would be a candidate for the Prozac parade. These are kitties, and it is what kitties do. So Dobby will stay here, with people who love him and take him seriously.
Speaking of litter pans, yesterday I cleaned, scoured and put in new litter in all my pans. Some readers may be thinking, big deal lady, I do this every day. Well I dump and scoop litter more than daily, but thanks to a wonderful gift- yesterday, I was able to do this for all my litter receptacles. I don’t use “pans” anymore. I find the regular litter pans to be worthless except with kittens. I use kiddy pools, large rubbermaid containers, hot water heater drain pans and other items large enough to accomodate my crew. It’s a lot of litter that I use.
Yesterday, I went to Portland to pick up 1,500 pounds of cat litter that had been “gifted” to me! I have it stacked in my barn, the cat enclosure, the patio and also have some upstairs. A true godsend, an answered prayer and something I am still pinching myself about, because even though I rescue, I am not non-profit and this litter was first givin to shelters and rescues that are 501’s. I received the left-overs which was the last pallet of Odor Lockers and I am thrilled. My mother laughed at me when I told her about this gift and she said only I would get excited about cat litter on my birthday! LOL
Well, I need to wrap this up. It’s nice to come here in the morning and share a cup of coffee and my thoughts. I have five articles on my desk I need to get on, and a clowder of kitties gathered at my feet waiting to be fed. It’s supposed to get to 90 degrees today! I have all the windows open right now, letting in all this cool air- time to get back to my life- and wait for the phone call that will determine Twirl’s life. Panic is better, her swelling is going down and Charlie, other than spraying the house because he is so stressed from his last illness is also doing fine.