Twists of Fate

Saturday, 8 November, 2008

Farewell, sweet friend.

Filed under: knitting — moiraeknittoo @ 8:20 PM

So Ms. Mittens, now Zoe, has a new address.

It was obvious that the sweet stray wasn’t going to thrive outside when she made a break for Inside every time I opened the door this week to feed her. My friend S agreed to take her, so tonight after S got off of work she came over.

I knew things were going to be alright when she went right over to S and demanded pettins. She flirted with my sister, but ignores every other human who lives here. She won’t go near the landlady, and is pretty selective about who she gives her loves to. But she went right up to S and did that “pet me now or I will trip you up by winding around your ankles!” thing.

S got her in the carrier no problem, and off we went. She was pretty quiet on the ride over to the vet. And she’s almost totally healthy, which is a relief. The blood screen for those two feline STDs was negative. She had tapeworms, but that’s expected when she’s been hunting the mice that live around here. She also had some ear issue, but again, not unexpected given that she’s been living outside for five months or more.

Everyone at the vet wanted to take her home. And she was SUCH a love! Totally soaking up all the attention…they were having a hard time trimming her claws because she was so kneady with the tech. She was makin’ biscuits on the vet counter, and readily flopped over for belly rubs from the vet when she was looking for the spayed scar. She’s so fuzzy they had to shave her belly, but she is spayed, which is a relief. She’s probably no older than two years, and didn’t even protest her vaccinations. No microchip, which is good and bad. Good because there’s no dealing with a family that she got away from. Bad in that they may never know what happened to her, but what can you do?

She was a little more vocal when S drove me home afterward, but I have a feeling between the tapeworm meds and the shots she’ll totally conk out as soon as she gets to her new home. S has a new litter box and bed for her, and I sent some of her food, a t-shirt I’d been sleeping in and a towel that had my scent on it.

The only other hurdle is introducing her to the existing cat in the house, but I think it’ll go ok as S will be monitoring them very closely over the next few days.

Overall, while I’m sad to lose the unconditional love, I feel better knowing she’s in a safe home with someone who will adore the heck out of her, that she’ll be warm and dry and well fed and happy. I’ve never seen a cat more suitable to be a lap kitty, and I think she and S will bring each other lots of comfort and love in the years to come.

So, sad and sniffy and teary, but good. Thank you, Bast, for sending me some dreams these past few weeks and showing me that I needed to do what was best for her, not for me.

Plus, I have visiting rights, so I still get to see her whenever I want. :)

Now I’m down to just Ghosty, who won’t come closer than five feet, but it’s probably better for both of us that way.

UPDATE: Friend S says that Zoe is doing fine. She’s still hiding out behind the big stuffed chair, sleeping on my t-shirt and not venturing much farther than the litterbox. But she’s using that liberally and quite well, so S’s main concern has been alleviated. She also thinks Zoe’s just still recovering from her vaccinations, and that she and Ben will probably get to know each other a bit better in the coming days. She’ll be working from home this week, so it was an ideal time to make the transfer. Zoe does respond when S peers back there at her, and demands pettins when the Human is in view, but is content to chill in her new tiny immediate space for now.

Kinda didn’t help this morning when I got up and went outside to feed her, and was all panicky for a few seconds until I remembered why she wasn’t responding. :/ But I’m glad she’s safe, sound and happy.

Thursday, 6 November, 2008

Anchorless

Filed under: personal — moiraeknittoo @ 12:13 PM

Today is one of those days where depression feels like it’s about to swamp my little boat, and half of me wouldn’t mind giving up the fight to stay afloat. The rest of me just grimly keeps bailing, hoping to see dry land or a job or a real reason to keep living besides sheer cursed stubborness.

Not a good day. Perhaps working on a pair of socks that’ll be a birthday present will help. And, perhaps, continuing to carpet bomb local agencies with my resume in the hopes that I’ll be able to pay rent sometime this month, and buy groceries in the coming week.

If you’re local, I may be selling a couple more wheels in an effort to stay afloat a little while longer. Watch this space for what will likely be some seriously good deals.

Tuesday, 4 November, 2008

The winds of change

Filed under: personal — moiraeknittoo @ 9:25 PM

…ushered in by millions of sighs of relief, exhaled simultaneously. Possibly billions, given the world’s attention on the US elections.

Congratulations to President-Elect Obama! May the energy of the campaign carry over into the first year of your term, and beyond.

PS – can I french kiss your speechwriter? And their staff? Because they are full of awesome.

Ms. Mittens has an election statement.

Filed under: knitting — moiraeknittoo @ 11:44 AM

As leader of your local Pounce-a-tarian party, I have one thing to say to those who may not have voted yet (and what are you waiting for?):

Vote with your hopes, not your fears.

Thank you, and please leave the catnip out.

Saturday, 1 November, 2008

I wonder if they dream.

Filed under: personal — moiraeknittoo @ 10:56 AM

There are leaves that are bigger than the stray cats I feed regularly drifting by my window on the breeze. About forty feet from my window, my “yard” drops off into a ravine, but there’s a space between the trees where you can see this nice open spot, and watching the leaves drift down into that spot and then into the ravine is like something from a movie. Or possibly a fall themed screen saver.

It’s ridiculously idyllic on this first day of November.

I should eat something – I woke up at 6:15am (no shit) and haven’t been able to sleep since. The sweet stray is curled up in her bed of straw (that I hope is still dry) and didn’t bother coming out for pettins when I got home from the store. I worry about her a little, and after a long struggle with my heart, my conscience won out. I’ve asked Bast for her input every night before I go to sleep, and my dreams have been filled with her chasing The Big Red Dot up and down stairs, curled into a basket in a spot of sun near a window, and even looking sheepish as she emerges from a litterbox. I think I get the point, and while it makes me sad, I know it’ll be better for everyone in the long run. I can’t give her those things, unfortunately.

So, next weekend she’ll be going to the vet, and then on to what I hope will be her forever home at my friend’s house. I think the security of having a consistently warm, dry place to live with a human who can give her all the love she so very obviously needs but who can also spend more than about five minutes with her before said human’s lungs start filling up with fluid due to allergies will offset whatever good times she’s had beaning around outside. There’s no way I could get allergy treatments effective and swift enough to bring her into my home before it starts getting really wet and cold out. I just hope she can make it until my friend is able to get her to the vet, possibly as early as Friday but definitely Saturday next week. There are little shelters outside (see a previous post about them), but she hasn’t taken advantage of them yet. In the meanwhile, I’ll continue feeding good food (she really likes the Iams) with a supplement of kitten chow, and liberal applications of pettins and pounces. I’ll even be sleeping in the same shirt every night so there’ll be something with my scent on it when she goes to her new home.

Once I get a job I’ll pay for half her checkup at the vet. And I get lifetime visiting rights, which soothes the part of me that really, really needs that kind of unconditional love. Maybe I can make friends with the feral mew who continues to visit, and who I think may appreciate not having competition for the noms outside once the sweet abandoned kitty has gone to her new home.

Anyway, I found a new tea – Hot Apple Cider Tea – at the store and I’m currently debating whether to make some of that or another pot of coffee. I’m leaning toward tea right now, given the show outside. I think I’ll go put the water on and ponder whether the kitties ever wish or dream that they could hop on those giant leaves and surf the breeze, gliding away to new adventures. Filled with Pounces.

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