Freak Accident

Whispy and Lightning, the two Cottonwood boys, those kids and I dug from a junkpile in a thunderstorm.
Lightning!
KATA just called and asked me to pick up a bottle babe, dropped off at the Albany Petco. The caller said she found it along a road in Albany, but who knows where the little boy really came from.


This morning, while in a rush, giving antibiotics to Whispy and Lightning, bottle feeding Gabby and Napoleon, giving White Girl more food and water, cleaning her litterbox, dealing with a mischievous Miss Daisy, who somehow jumped into an upper cupboard containing dry kitten food, Poppy had a freak accident.

I heard desperate clawing and thrashing and dashed into the living room. There Poppy was violently attemtping to free a tooth caught in the tiny strings of the mini blinds. I have never seen such a thing. Had she simply put her feet down on the table, where the cats sleep and look out the window, and raised up, she could have freed herself. But she had panicked.

I grabbed a towel and threw it around her flailing back legs and lifted her up, freeing her. In the process she nailed my arm with two ugly scratches. I've been scratched so often I barely notice, however, even if I'm dripping blood everywhere, which I was.

I'd also received a call from Matt, at the Albany business. He had trapped another one, a big black cat he'd been after for some time. So I went and retrieved that cat. I asked fearfully if he had seen Tia. He had not, but then he only puts out food, in a few places, and isn't out there watching. He has, however, retrapped at least three of the already fixed cats again. So they're still out there.

I am trying to quickly build a table for the rabbit hutch housing the feral mom and her five kittens out on Conser, too. I had quickly built most of it in my pajamas this morning, in a dark garage in front of my car. I've got the table making down pat! But after returning from picking up the black trapped cat, I found my battery powered screwdriver dead in the water. The batteries don't hold much charge anymore and need replaced. I put the battery on the charger.

White Girl is doing well and seems to see better already. She is in a rabbit hutch in my spare bedroom. Her kittens stay the night with her. Then I take them out, bottle feed them, and let them run around the spare bedroom off and on during the day. White Girl seems to enjoy the break from rowdy kittens. All three are leaving tomorrow. That will make my cats happy. With the bathroom taken by Whispy and Lightning and the spare bedroom occupied by Gabby, Napoleon and White Girl, my cats have not been happy about the decline of free space, space they consider theirs by right.

Poppy was uninjured in her freak accident. Even the tooth is ok, that she hung by. I have a new respect for the dangers of mini blinds.