Sunday, January 17, 2010

Black Pearl Adoption Not Working

So now I'm told Black Pearl is being mean to Toby, her kitten and the adoption might not work out. Meaning I might get two cats back here again. I'm so fed up I want to scream. I can't have Pearl here with her screaming attacks on other cats. There are no options for her. This is one cat without a chance. If they keep only one of the two cats, my guess is it won't be Pearl. Meanwhile, Toby is getting older and likely would not get a home either. It's a nightmare.

I'm just stressed is all. I thought the frig would stay cold all night because I put ice in there, but it was over 50 degrees and so I tossed all my food. I can't get ahold of my brother. Toby is returning tomorrow. I had asked the rural Philomath folks to take over care of the kitten with the ulcerated cornea once they were home, but last night they tell me by e-mail they are leaving again today. They made no arrangements for this kitten. I feel like a rug today. I'll get over it.

Peeman Sam squirted my computer monitor in the night, by peeing from a shelf that is backed by the spaced vertical boards of this exclusion room. His aim was spot on, and he nailed the monitor screen from three feet out.

The male who drives him nuts showed up this morning but failed to go into the trap. Just the sight of him through the window drove Sam mad. I wish I could have gotten him and it would have been over, at least until the next unfixed male shows up. I think the cat is in my yard throughout the night, driving Sam nuts. He looks young and not in great shape, and is probably that apartment complex caste off another woman tried to catch. The poor guy looked lost, like he has nobody but wants somebody. I'll get him. And at least he can be fixed.

I need to just relax and sit back and change the things I can and forget the things I can't do a damn thing about, like the frig, like Sam's occasional bursts, since that will be gone, too, once I catch that latest male.

It will work out ok in the end I hope. Some things just take some time. I am freaked Toby is returning because it is just another cat to find a home for and I'm so lousy at doing that. But on the upside, someone contacted me about Shaulin and if she does take her, will take one of her friends along also, probably Teddy. I am unbelievably hopeful about this prospect, am crossing fingers, toes, everyting!

I can't believe some of the photos coming out of Haiti, like old men from a nursing home lying on the ground outside the damaged facility, attended to only by two orderlies who remained to help them. One photo shows an old man, twisted from age and inertia, lying on the ground, being fed a couple of nuts. When I see such photos, I become ashamed of my own stress over the frig's demise and Sam's pee marking.

I cannot get ahold of my brother. I called a couple places to price frigs, but they really don't have much in stock and most models must be ordered. I could be without a frig for a week. I think I should probably order one myself and pay for it on a credit card I guess. I don't know what to do other than that. I thought he'd call me first thing to figure something out. Maybe he went on a trip today.

The Shaulin adoption isn't going to work either. They have acreage and would let them free roam. I'm not feeling good about that one either. I don't think there would be a happy ending for them there.

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