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.