silencia

For the past week, I've often contemplated whether the cup was half full or half empty. Trying to find reasons to consider it half full, I instead found myself thinking, "why the fuck am I even holding a cup?" and ended up chucking it against the wall. Yes, the past week and a half has been incredibly rough...but I survived, and I can feel myself slowly coming back.





So guess what? I'm playing foster mom to a couple abandoned kittens. THEY NEED A HOME. As much as I'd like to keep these bundles of joy, my apartment only allows me to have one cat. Plus, my roommate is kind of allergic. She's fine around my cat (plus, I usually keep the place pretty clean), but trying to keep the dander to a minimum with three cats would be tough especially considering most of the apartment has carpeted floors. I know that I said I wanted more cats, but that can't happen until I get my own place and that won't be happening for a few more months (unless some miracle happens).


ANYWAY, here's the info on the cats. They were abandoned at my work. One of my co-workers went to take the trash out, and found the kennel with the cats in it. We called the Humane Society, and apparently it's a month-long wait before they can take anything. Because the oldest is about 8 months old, and the baby is about 8 weeks old (Mama and baby duo), none of us felt comfortable calling animal control no way, with so many animals out there, they'd most likely end up being put down after a few days. I decided to bring them home, but with the intentions of finding a permanent home for them.

They've been quarantined in my bathroom for two days. I put flea medication on the mama cat yesterday, and have bathed the youngest one with dawn soap to kill all of the live fleas (poor kid was COVERED). The youngest will start a flea treatment to kill the eggs tonight. I've been washing all the fabric stuff every day to kill whatevers hopped off, and have been wiping down all surfaces twice a day. As much as I'd like to name them, I'm refraining and will just refer to them and baby and mama.


MAMA CAT;
She is a very cautious creature. She likes to sniff and explore EVERYTHING. Once she warms up to you, she's super affectionate. So far, she seems to be a fan of curling up on laps and having her neck, cheeks, and chest pet. Mama tested negative for FIV and leukemia, but needs to be spayed.




BABY CAT:
MAJOR ATTACHMENT ISSUES (makes me think of my cat ). Baby seems to need to constantly be by something. Whenever Ive gone in there to clean, I have to be careful, because this one likes to walk up to me and just sit right next to me. Because baby is so small, Ive almost squashed him/her. Baby is also super vocal. Mama will often lie on the bathroom sink counter, and because baby can't climb up there, he/she cries instead and loud.

Because baby has such a bad case of fleas, Doxie (my animal care guru) suggested that I bathe him/her with blue dawn dish soap. Baby did super well with the bath. Of course, baby hated water, but never once he/she attempt to attack me. I walked away from the bath without a scratch on my body. Oh, and even with the baby being vocal about the bath, mama, despite being curious, never intervened.

Both cats are super amazing. Although mama seems like she could do well on her own, baby won't. So if anyone (local) is interested in taking them home, please consider taking both of them. If you are interested, or have any questions, please, feel free to send me an e-mail at silencia.suicide@gmail.com. The cats are free to a good home.

And, yes, Kubrick has thrown many hissy fits over them being here.


Silencia