Single again and I got a kitty!
Hey ya'll!
Well my failed experiment is over. I am single again and got a kitty!
That sounds interesting but honestly it's been a very emotionally draining time for me. Aaron is a nice man, and he is very generous and helpful. We didn't get along very well, mostly our communication styles were so different it was painful to discuss anything. Kinda like two planes passing each other by, we would get blown off course and me, being a double (5 mins short of triple) cancerian sun sign, in tears all the time. So we broke up about a month ago. He left to start his adventures yesterday. Good and safe travels Aaron!
Now the kitty story. I had a 6ft bull snake visitor last fall. Early this Spring I had a 3ft gopher snake climb right up the cement post my vintage trailer is setting on. Well within 5 inches of that post was the wiring access for my solar and it wasn't very secure because we were working with it. The snake was disoriented and moved about a 1/4 miles away - thank you Aaron! I learned that I have quite an anxiety or fear of snakes! So and because mice and rats and critters are snake food, I put an announcement on Facebook that I needed an outdoor or 'barn cat' old enough to get along with Ozzie. The person who answered led me to believe that she had 2 or 3 at least a year old outdoor cats used to a dog and children. When I arrived, she had two kittens cowering in a crate. Poor things. I couldn't leave them. The woman's husband was giving her quite a time for even having yard cats. So I brought them home. They were so afraid. I kept them safe in my bathroom that first night, away from Ozzie and him barking if he saw them. We did great. The next day, I had to figure out a litter box and clean them up. So I set them outside still in the crate inside Ozzie's travel yard fence thing. I gave them a couple hours to relax and enjoy outside, then opened the door so they could roam or poo or whatever. The sister kitty got out and when a visitor tried to move it off the ladder it took off like a bat out of hell!! I've never seen her since. For about two weeks the boy kitty - Spunky - lived night's in my bathroom with a litter box and the door open and days outside still in the crate with the door open though placed up in a tree away from Ozzie. One day, I decidedto wait later to bring him in for the night and darn he was gone. I heard the owl that night and figured he was owl dinner! Then yesterday, after Aaron had left, I was feeling kinda low and a lot like a failure. I have been struggling with depression most of this month. I decided to fix something to eat as the cool of the evening was setting in, and I kept seeing this shadow movement outside the window. I figured that my depression was so bad that I was making stuff up, not that I do that, but my thinking is not right when I feel depressed. I finally decided to really look outside the window. There was Spunky kitty! And because that's what I said in my excitement, the kitty has a name. I held and cuddled him a long time and since I'd just given away the cat food, fed him salmon dog food and he drank a lot of water! I placed the crate back in the tree and after dark closed him inside for the night...Im not sure if that was the best way to handle it but hey, it's what I did. I thought he needed to feel safe for the night, of course he made a bit of noise being caged up. He had a good breakfast of raw egg and more salmon dog food, which i will leave out till after dinner. He's gone off, though I think he will be ok.... well until I take him to get fixed.
Well my failed experiment is over. I am single again and got a kitty!
That sounds interesting but honestly it's been a very emotionally draining time for me. Aaron is a nice man, and he is very generous and helpful. We didn't get along very well, mostly our communication styles were so different it was painful to discuss anything. Kinda like two planes passing each other by, we would get blown off course and me, being a double (5 mins short of triple) cancerian sun sign, in tears all the time. So we broke up about a month ago. He left to start his adventures yesterday. Good and safe travels Aaron!
Now the kitty story. I had a 6ft bull snake visitor last fall. Early this Spring I had a 3ft gopher snake climb right up the cement post my vintage trailer is setting on. Well within 5 inches of that post was the wiring access for my solar and it wasn't very secure because we were working with it. The snake was disoriented and moved about a 1/4 miles away - thank you Aaron! I learned that I have quite an anxiety or fear of snakes! So and because mice and rats and critters are snake food, I put an announcement on Facebook that I needed an outdoor or 'barn cat' old enough to get along with Ozzie. The person who answered led me to believe that she had 2 or 3 at least a year old outdoor cats used to a dog and children. When I arrived, she had two kittens cowering in a crate. Poor things. I couldn't leave them. The woman's husband was giving her quite a time for even having yard cats. So I brought them home. They were so afraid. I kept them safe in my bathroom that first night, away from Ozzie and him barking if he saw them. We did great. The next day, I had to figure out a litter box and clean them up. So I set them outside still in the crate inside Ozzie's travel yard fence thing. I gave them a couple hours to relax and enjoy outside, then opened the door so they could roam or poo or whatever. The sister kitty got out and when a visitor tried to move it off the ladder it took off like a bat out of hell!! I've never seen her since. For about two weeks the boy kitty - Spunky - lived night's in my bathroom with a litter box and the door open and days outside still in the crate with the door open though placed up in a tree away from Ozzie. One day, I decidedto wait later to bring him in for the night and darn he was gone. I heard the owl that night and figured he was owl dinner! Then yesterday, after Aaron had left, I was feeling kinda low and a lot like a failure. I have been struggling with depression most of this month. I decided to fix something to eat as the cool of the evening was setting in, and I kept seeing this shadow movement outside the window. I figured that my depression was so bad that I was making stuff up, not that I do that, but my thinking is not right when I feel depressed. I finally decided to really look outside the window. There was Spunky kitty! And because that's what I said in my excitement, the kitty has a name. I held and cuddled him a long time and since I'd just given away the cat food, fed him salmon dog food and he drank a lot of water! I placed the crate back in the tree and after dark closed him inside for the night...Im not sure if that was the best way to handle it but hey, it's what I did. I thought he needed to feel safe for the night, of course he made a bit of noise being caged up. He had a good breakfast of raw egg and more salmon dog food, which i will leave out till after dinner. He's gone off, though I think he will be ok.... well until I take him to get fixed.
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