numerous ear-mite medication applications, including the unhappy patients trying to wiggle away, shaking the medication (and mite sludge) out of their ears and onto my neck/arms/face. and there was the one time it got in my eye. mm, cat allergens, parasites, and insecticide! what more could a girl want?
having a cockroach land on my arm as i was sitting outside the other night, washing out a litterbox in the dark.
coming home yesterday to a huge pile of vomit on my couch. it could be worse; it could have been poop.
cleaning nasty kitten kitten poo off the side of the litterbox at 2 a.m. so i could sleep knowing my house didn't stink.
waking up regularly every night, wheezing. i've been miserable for the past week or so. aggh.
i don't mean to complain. i really don't. i am happy to have the kittens, and the cats, despite all the work involved. i am just, at present, slightly overwhelmed. i've reached my waivering point. i'm guessing this is very much how being a mom feels. because at 2 a.m., after unhappily tending to poop, ear mites, and three instances of vomit, on my way to bed (and a good hour after i wanted to be in bed), i saw this: and my heart melted. i had to get out the camera and capture it. and then i spent a good half-hour taking pictures of my babycats, scratching heads, touching little paws, and snuggling (oftentimes against their will). when i finally made it to bed, fluffy followed. he's been outside usually at night lately, but stayed in last night. i was so tired but couldn't not pet the little guy. two minutes later, mama jumps up on the bed. two minutes after that, a baby came up. i just sat there, giggling. three little cats, all looking at me in the dark, expecting to be loved on. so yeah, this i guess i'm really a cat mom. i try to keep everyone fed and healthy and sometimes get frazzled over the whole thing, but a couple of days a week after work, i end up in my front yard, making a fool of myself in the grass, enjoying what nice little cats the strays are. and at 2 a.m., when i'm hating life, a sleeping cat will stop me in my tracks, with a smile. :)
ΒΆ 11:08 AM
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"