Mambo just got a home with the family who had contacted me interested in one of the gray kittens. He is super friendly and super cute and got himself a home. Yahoo. Another down. Now, only seven kitten yard kittens here, plus the three girls, Cajun, Wily and Sashi. And the adult male I'm naming Robinhood. They fell in love with him also. He was all over them and raced around like a dog with their little boy.
The former trailer park resident is supposed to be here any moment to pick up the two she is taking. That will reduce the number of Kitten Yard Kittens occupying my bathroom to five, if she comes, which I am very much hoping she does. I think she will be very pleased with how they've cleaned up into sleek healthy purring kittens so quickly.
Some of the kittens were so starved they just would not stop eating everything in sight. There is only one kitten acting feral and that is Atom, and I'm not sure why. Maybe now that many of the others are gone, he will come out of his shell, too. The others did so instantly.
UPDATE: SHE CAME!! And took the black male and the Siamese male. Whoopee, now I just have five in the bathroom.
Then I fell asleep on my couch and dreamed wierd things. This was the dream: I lived in some house next to a strange man, who seemed to be the Shedd man I had trouble with, from the colony where Sashi comes from. For some reason he had thrown part of a tire onto the roof of my house. I could see it because for some reason I was on a narrow dirt road above my house.
I had a black kitten with me I was carrying in my arms.
Then I left the car for some reason. And along came, in an old but restored car, the man who lived next to me, and he wanted to chat and seemed to be really nice. But suddenly someone from my childhood popped up, a Mr. Hoover, who got inbetween me and the neighbor man, because he wanted to talk about implementing a TNR program where he lived. He was quite put out that the man who lived next to me, was put out by him putting himself in front of him. Both wanted to talk to me, at the same time.
So, while they fought over this, I wandered off, leaving my car also. Up the dirty rutted road, not too far, I found stands with bright colored knick Knacks for sale, like hand dyed scarves, all very pretty. I loved them.
All the time I was looking back at my car. There were kids approaching it, the Mexican kids, the same ones who at the trailer park would not leave the kittens in the traps alone, nor my car, were trying to release the kittens, poke at them, kick at the traps, just mean little non-parented kids. I knew my car would be destroyed if I didn't get back to it and everything inside it stolen. But my legs suddenly would not work right. I still had the black kitten.
I got to my car and realized there was a house next to it. A woman with a lot of kids, but not the ones who had tried to destroy my car, came out. I saw tables in the yard where they were making bright knicks and realized they must own the stand. Suddenly three cats run by their feet. "Whose cats are those? I asked, "and are they fixed?" Despite the apparent high education level of this family, the cats were not fixed.
They told me to turn around and look at the woodpile. Dozens of cats scurried around a woodpile, popping their heads up to look at me. Suddenly I realized I did not have the black kitten in my arms and began a desperate search for the kitten, realizing now it must be somewhere among all these cats. I saw two three inch long kittens on a stump and tried to figure out how they looked like full grown adults when so tiny. I pulled at a black tail of a kitten sleeping inside a piece of clothe but when it came out, realized it was not the kitten I'd had.
I looked around for my car and couldn't find it. I asked the family where it could possibly be. "Over there by the pickup," the woman said. Sure enough, there it was, but out of sight because it was so small. Just then pickup started up and took off and I could hear the scraping of metal. When I got there and looked at my car, most of the rear was gone, including the back bumper and license plate.
Two or three dozen cats were following me now, wanting food badly. In fact, the woman noted, "sounds like a herd of elephants, them coming out of that woodpile when they saw you." I fed them all, including a desperate black long hair with kittens dragging from her teets, but she wasn't going to miss that food. I tried to tell the woman, I'll get this many in for spay on this day, then be back this day for this number, but she wandered off and just waved a hand and said "you take care of it."
Suddenly I was inside their big house and there were some activist meetings about politic stuff. And suddenly the people were all hostile to me, like I didn't get the right things the right way and was stupid. The teen boy said he needed to see me in private. He was 18 or 20 and I thought he was going to ask me about cats. Instead he tried to sexually assualt me. I was horrified and held him off, punching him and trying to hold down his arms. He finally ran off. I went and told his mother I needed to see her in private, not wanting to embarrass her telling her what her son had just tried to do, in front of all her high level activist friends.
So we went to another little room and I tried to tell her. Suddenly all her friends were in there also and they all began laughing so hard they rolled on their sides, when I told the one woman her son tried to rape me. I left, just wanted away from that place, went up some stairs and there was Tina coming in. Tina is someone I used to know in real life, a former vet tech and animal lover. In my dream she told me, "You look so sad. I know your life is hard, but I've always admired you." Then she walked on into the political gathering.
I left and found the black kitten, with my spirits lifted by running into one nice person and a lot of cats.
Well, that was my dream. Then I woke up and realized the day was gone. Over.
I don't often remember dreams, only when I sleep when very very tired, as I am this weekend. I believe dreaming is extremely important to maintain health. I equate dreams with disc cleanup and defrag--zipping up old files, deleting unused files, creating space and organization.
I don't have any problems sleeping. I do have problems if I get into huge stressful situations I want to solve quickly finding the time to sleep enough. The other day, Friday I guess, the four cats I took to the vet were very late getting done, due to an emergency coming to the clinic. So when I arrived, the staff told me it would be twenty minutes or so longer. I went out and opened the back of my car and crashed on the filthy board I have in the back, so as to haul cats in traps. I was immediately asleep. Suddenly, in my sleep, I heard feet crunching on gravel.
In my sleep, I tried to figure out what that noise was, who was approaching and where I was, before I woke up and it was the vet's father, not wanting to wake but needing to, because the cats were done and ready to go home.
There were two pitbulls that day being seen by the vet. I don't have anything against pits, but these were untrained and uncontrolled pits, who, had they not been on leash, wanted to go after any other animal out there, including the vets dog and the horses in the field. Those dogs will one day be in the news.
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