Wednesday, October 19, 2005
  anonymous commenter..
.. said "I'm so impressed by your concern for these poor kitties. I have been trying to domosticate a feral kitten since July and she is finally letting me pet her and she now takes tentative steps through my back door. She seems to have an injured rear foot and has been hobbling around on 3 legs since I found her. My hope is to finally entrap her in the cat carrier so I can take her to the vet for shots and spaying. You just inspire me that you are so caring :-)"
thank you :)  that's so sweet of you to say and so sweet of you to DO. 
i put this up because it actually coincides with something i wanted to post about mamacat.
i've had mamacat inside now for four months.  FOUR MONTHS!  and she still acts like anytime i'm crossing the room, it's because i want to eat her (i guess she has yet to notice that i don't eat meat).  she always slinks away and hides under the bed.  it's so frustrating.. because, well, sometimes i'm just going for a glass of water, but sometimes i do want to pet her.  i keep thinking, "i've done nothing but pet you and talk nice to you and take care of your little babies for the past four months and you still see me as a threat?" 
just in the past WEEK, however, she's really come around.  i realized she wasn't running away any time i approached her.  i was so tickled that i started going over to pet her ALL THE TIME just to go, "omg! not running away!"
on top of that, she's just started to really PLAY.  ever since she came out of the bedroom with the kittens, she's enjoyed wrestling with elliot.  however, in the past week, she's been acting like a KITTEN.  crawling up the curtains, crawling up the screens.. last night she did the make-a-toy-move-so-she-can-pounce-on-it thing.  and she wakes me up every morning after my alarm goes off by wanting to be pet and played with.  yep, she hops up in my bed.  it's so cute.
all this is just to say.. while the formerly feral elliot came around in WEEKS (plus the two months the shelter people put in before me), mamacat took four months to really start to trust me.  but with patience, it happens!
the timing of finding the kittens really sucks; we have a hurricane coming this weekend.  the grown-up cats will always be fine; those that don't come in my house can go under it.  but where will the kittens seek shelter?  i'm dreading this. :~(
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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!

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Making a difference

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!"

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