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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 25 - SBT

Here it is!

"Meow."

Lucien woke up to a soft sensation on his face. Soft, but noisy… The fluffy ball purred and purred against his cheek and mouth.

"Perle, laisse-moi dormir, s'il te plaît…"

[Perle, let me sleep, please…]

More purring and the Frenchman's eyes slowly opened. He sighed.

"Me voilà réveillé maintenant, tu es contente?"

[Here, I am woken up now, are you happy yet?]

She mewled and it mixed in with her purring. Lucien smiled at the soft sounds.

"Tu as encore dormi dans mon lit?"

[You slept in my bed again?]

"Meow."

"Tu sais que tu as ton propre lit, non?"

[You know you have your own bed, don't you?]

"Meow." She put a paw on Lucien's head in his hair and played with the salt and pepper locks. He smiled. It was such a childish and innocent thing to do.

It had been a few weeks now that he adopted her and Perle had always refused to sleep in her bed. Lucien would put her there but she would always climb on his big bed and sleep next to him, on his very pillow sometimes.

"Meow."

She played with his hair, again and again until he raised his eyes to her and she looked down. He raised his hand and took her delicate paw with his index and thumb. The pads on her toes were pink and so small…! Her paw itself was extremely soft. She let him stroke it and stared in his eyes with her deep blue ones.

Perle purred and moved to brush herself on his mouth. He smiled and kissed her.

"Oui, ma petite, moi aussi je suis content de te voir."

[Yes, my little one, I too am happy to see you.]

She loved his kisses and purred as loud as her tiny body could. Lucien chuckled.

"Maintenant que je suis réveillé, je ferais mieux de me lever. Tu viens?"

[Now that I am woken up, I had better get up and do something useful. Do you want to come along?]

Lucien got out of his bed and like a reflex, he turned and opened his hands on the bed. Perle jumped on his palms and he gently put her on his shoulder while going through his morning routine. The only part that she was not participating in was his shower.

The first few days, she would cry and mewl at the base of the shower space. She would jump in too, run to Lucien's ankle and hold on there while complaining repeatedly about the wetness of the water. But the poor little kitten would rather get soaked than be far from her master.

However now, Perle and Lucien both had developed a way for this little comedy to stop. He would leave her outside of the shower but would continuously talk to her from inside. She would answer too, and that way, she didn't feel left behind. Sometimes he would tell her about his day, others, he would just play with her.

"Perle? Je vais sortir, mon petit… et… bouh!"

[Perle? I will now come out, my little one… and… booh!]

"Meow!"

Lucien peeked his head out and Perle mewled her enthusiasm. He went back to his room with her on his shoulder again and put her on the bed to choose his suit. While he put it on, she watched him and as she soon got bored, she climbed down the bed and got closer to the mirror that Lucien was facing.

Perle tilted her head left and right trying to understand who that white kitten was and what she wanted. Hm. She raised an uncertain paw and tried to touch the other kitten's.

"Tu ne te reconnais pas? C'est toi, Perle."

[You don't recognise yourself? It's you, Perle.]

"Meow!"

Now, there were two Luciens too! What the hell was that sorcery!

Lucien smiled at her bewilderment and finished adjusting his tie around his neck.

"Allez viens, on va petit-déjeuner."

[Come along, we will have breakfast.]

Lucien exited the room and went through the corridor when he realised that he didn't hear the awkward gallop and the rhythmic tics of Perle's little claws on the tiled floor. He turned his back and looked down. She hadn't followed him.

"Perle?"

He went back to the room and found her fighting her reflection in the mirror still.

"Perle?"

He called again from the threshold but she was too absorbed in her fight with that other vicious white kitten to listen.

"Mon bébé?"

[My baby?]

She stopped sharp, pricking her ears up, and raised her eyes to him, standing at the door.

"Tu viens?"

[Are you coming?]

"Meow!"

She ran at him and he squatted down to carry her and drop her on his shoulder again before heading for the main door.

"Bastien a dit qu'il viendrait ce matin. J'ai commandé quelque chose pour toi."

[Bastien said he would come today. I have ordered something for you.]

Lucien put on his vest and jacket, and went to retrieve the plastic box that the young man had left at his door, the day before. He had tried an omelette with onions and potatoes and Lucien found the result very promising, even if a few more herbs could have enhanced the flavours. The bell rang at the door.

"Ah…"

He opened the door and Bastien was there with a package in his hands.

"Package for you, L! Oh," Bastien saw Perle on her master's shoulder. "Hello, Pearl."

The baby cat hissed.

"Doucement, Perle."

[Calm down, Perle.]

Bastien chuckled.

"She doesn't like people?" He asked.

"Non, the only one she tolerates is me as far as I know." Lucien answered. "My apologies, she is a bit aggressive."

"It's alright."

"Ah, and I have a box for you, Bastien. I have left a note with my comments inside, but it was very good."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

"Thank you."

Bastien took his box and went away.

"Alors, ma petite Perle, regarde ce que Papa Lulu t'as commandé."

[So, my little Perle, look what Papa Lulu ordered for you.]

Lucien froze. The last time he had called himself Papa was… He took a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut, frowning. The simple word "Papa" was enough to make his stomach turn. He needed a moment.

"Meow?" Perle brushed herself on him and his shoulders relaxed.

He sighed.

"Ce n'est rien." He lied.

[It's nothing.]

Lucien went to the table and with his knife, he opened the small cardboard box neatly.

"Voilà."

[Here it is.]

He removed the paper here and there and extracted a pink collar with a silver pendant, as well as a harness and leash. Those were dark red and made of leather.

"Comme ça, tu peux aussi te dégourdir les pattes."

[With this, you will be able to follow me around on foot.]

He gently put Perle on the table and put the collar on. Her name was engraved on it and behind, his own name and a phone number, in case she got lost. The pendant itself was shaped like a heart. Lucien then helped her in her harness and attached the leash to it.

"Now, let's have some breakfast, shall we?"

"Meow!"

They exited the suite and soon, the hotel entirely. Perle hadn't complained when Lucien put all those things on her. She was quite happy about it. Now, she could walk without fearing that Lucien would abandon her. Not only had he promised, but he now was linked to her all the time via that leash. So as long as she felt some very light tension on her shoulders, she knew he was there.

"Perle, attends."

[Perle, wait.]

She stopped, sat down and looked up at him.

"Quand le petit bonhomme est rouge là-bas, on attend. On ne traverse que quand il passe au vert."

[When the little man is red over there, we have to wait. We cross the road only when he turns green.]

Lucien explained calmly. But then, it hit him. He had gone through that before. His mouth had said those words. Ha, raising Perle really felt like raising a child. Again.

"Meow?"

"Why? Because otherwise a car might pass by and hurt us. So we have to wait for them to stop."

Perle was sitting at the edge of the pavement. She raised a paw in front of her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk…!" Lucien pushed her paw back on the pavement with the tip of his expensive, varnished, dark brown shoe. "Non, non, non, mon bébé. Tu attends sur le trottoir."

[No, no, no, my baby. You wait on the pavement.]

The light switched to red for cars and green for pedestrians.

"Maintenant, on regarde à droite et à gauche pour être sûr, et on peut y aller."

[Now, we look right and left to be sure, and we may go.]

They crossed the street. The other pedestrians half guessed what Lucien was saying and only smiled at his fatherly tone with his kitten. But the Frenchman couldn't care less about what other people thought. His entire world was at the end of that leash. His entire, fluffy, tiny, baby world.

Soon, they entered Victoria's diner.

"Hey L!"

"Bonjour, Victoria."

[Hello, Victoria.]

"Oh, hello baby Pearl!" Victoria came closer and the baby cat hissed.

"My apologies, she doesn't really like people."

"She likes you though. Weird taste she has, that baby kitty." Victoria said with a smirk as Lucien sat at his usual table.

"V…" He answered.

"What? It's true!"

"Fair enough." Lucien admitted with a smile.

"Meow!" Perle mewled. She tried to climb on the banquette to join Lucien, but the edge was in plastic and she couldn't get any grip on it to climb.

"Ah, attends, viens ici."

[Ah, wait, come here.]

Lucien scooped her and put her on his lap.

"So, what will it be for you guys?" She asked.

"Coffee and croissant for me. And if you have a bit of milk for her, as usual…?"

"Sure!"

"What will you have?" He asked her.

"Uhm, just a hot chocolate."

"Add it to my bill please, and come back quickly, she's hungry." Lucien said, seeing how Perle gnawed on his fingers.

Victoria nodded and disappeared.

"Tu as faim?"

[Are you hungry?]

Perle dug her teeth a bit deeper against Lucien's fingers.

"Aïe, d'accord, j'ai compris, tu as faim, pas la peine de mordre."

[Ouch, fine, I get it, you are hungry, no need to bite.]

"Meow!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lucien raised his index and looked at the the kitten seriously. "Pas la peine de geindre non plus. Et dis pardon, tu m'as mordu."

[No need to complain either. And say sorry, you have bitten me.]

"Meow!"

"Perle, tu veux que je me fâche?"

[Perle, do I need to tell you off?]

"Meow…"

"Je te pardonne. Mais ne recommence plus, d'accord?"

[I forgive you. But don't do it again, alright?]

Lucien put his hand flat on the table, palm facing upwards. Perle put her tiny paw in before jumping entirely in it and laying down.

"Here we are, coffee and croissant for the old man, milk for the kitty, and hot chocolate for me." Victoria laid them all on the table and sat opposite Lucien.

"Ah, many thanks, V. Perle, dis merci."

[Perle, say thank you.]

"Meow." She answered and went to the small plate with milk, to lap it.

"C'est bien, ma belle."

[Very good, my beautiful one.]

Lucien scratched her head and raised his cup to Victoria.

"Bon appétit."

"Thanks, to you too."

They both took a sip and it cleared their minds, especially Lucien's.

"So, you owe me, old man."

"Do I?" He asked.

"You got hired at the Queen Victoria or not?" She asked.

"I did. And here," Lucien put a paper on the table. "For you and your boyfriend."

Victoria blushed.

"How did you know? Did Joe tell you?"

Lucien smiled.

"Non, but I can tell when someone is in love."

"Oh, can you?" She teased.

"Mh-hm." He nodded. "Look at you, your cheeks are more pink than before, you wear clothes with brighter colours and you definitely smile more." Lucien explained.

"Oi! Are you saying I was grumpy before?" V asked.

"Well, I wasn't the one to say it." He answered with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, you can laugh, you were grumpy too until you found Pearl, eh! And now look, you have completely adopted her, collar, leash and everything! You're even educating her as if she was a kid."

He nodded as he bit in his croissant.

"Oui, indeed, I do. She follows me almost everywhere."

They both looked at the baby cat who was lapping at the milk enthusiastically.

"Oh wait, those are actual free dinners?!" Victoria exclaimed when she read the leaflet that Lucien had given her.

"Oui, I got hired and I am the lead singer there now. I organise and manage the shows. You should come to see. The food is quite good, and the shows are the best."

"Sure, the shows are the best, eh? So much for bein' humble."

"Pardon my honesty." He said with a smirk.

"Jesus, you never stop…!"

He winked at her.

"But yeah, as much as it pains me to say it, you held your word and got hired in the poshest place in all of Oz…"

"Ha, and you had doubts…" He shook his head.

"How did you do it?" She asked.

"My usual confidence and a bit of charm."

"Christ almighty! You need to be told how to be humble!" Victoria said, exasperated.

"I don't think I need to be taught that." He arrogantly added, just for her to facepalm, and she did.

"Anyway, I'm happy you could find a job, and above all, someone to keep you company." Victoria said, looking down at Perle.

"Meow."

She was licking herself, trying to clean the milk on her face but couldn't reach it all.

"Viens, je vais te nettoyer."

[Come here, I will clean you.]

Lucien grabbed a paper towel and Perle hissed. She hated it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Allons, ça ne va pas durer longtemps."

[Come on, it won't last long.]

He wiped her face and she clawed in the paper to shred it, hissing again. Lucien let go of it and let her destroy the thing. It stuck to her claws and paws, which made her even more mad. Both him and Victoria chuckled at the raging war between the kitten and the paper towel.

"Does she still cry when you leave?" Victoria asked.

"A bit, oui, I hear her mewling and clawing at the door. But when I come back home, I find her asleep on my pillow in the bed."

"Aww, such a cute baby she is."

"The most adorable, I think." Lucien said, looking at her with kind eyes.

-- Later, Lucien's suite --

Lucien had repeated the piece he wanted to play and sing for the next concert. It wasn't an easy piece, non, but he would do it. He would sing it in front of Duchemin, for her, that woman.

Perle was lying on the piano, her eyes half closed, staring at him. He stopped and took a deep breath before taking a glance at his watch. Lucien then stood up and went to put on his jacket.

Perle jumped down from the piano to the seat in front of it and finally the floor.

"Meow!"

"Je dois sortir de nouveau."

[I need to go out again.]

"Meow?"

"Non, tu ne peux pas venir, c'est pour le travail, ma belle."

[No, you can't come with me, it is for work, my beautiful one.]

Lucien pulled his trousers' legs up slightly and crouched down to scratch her head. Perle started mewling repeatedly. She knew he was about to go and leave her.

"Non, ma petite, je suis désolé, tu ne peux vraiment pas venir. Ce sont des affaires d'adultes, c'est bien trop dangereux pour un bébé comme toi."

[No, my little one, I am sorry, you really cannot come. This is adults' business, it's way too dangerous for a baby like you.]

He scooped her off her floor and kissed her head while she brushed herself against his mouth.

"Tu restes sage pour moi?"

[You keep quiet for me?]

Perle sat in his palms.

"Meow."

"Très bien. Je suis fier de toi."

[Very good. I am proud of you.]

He kissed her head again and heard her purr before dropping her on the floor again and leaving the flat. He locked the door and waited.

There was one muffled meow.

-- Maurice's street --

"Bonjour, Maurice."

"L, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a matter to discuss with you. That, and a few questions."

"Do you need somewhere more calm?"

Maurice's question might have sounded idiotic as the dirty street was as calm as the air itself could be. But that was exactly why Lucien needed somewhere else. After all, one can't hear a conversation clearer than in pure silence.

"Oui, s'il te plaît."

[Yes, please.]

Mundy stood up and Lucien followed him. A few moments later, they found themselves in the beggar's hideout, underground.

"So, what can I do to help?"

"I went to the old hangar." Lucien started. "But someone showed up that ruined my plans and intentions."

"Ah?"

Lucien instantly saw the fake surprise in Maurice's eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that there would be someone else?" The spy asked.

"I didn't think it would be relevant." Maurice answered. "But please, tell me how he managed to ruin your strategy, I am curious."

Lucien pointed to a chair. "May I?"

"Of course."

Both of them sat on wooden chairs, around the large oval table.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Lucien asked.

"Be my guest."

"Many thanks." Lucien offered one to his host but Maurice declined. He lit his one and recounted the story.

"I intended to get myself captured so that Duchemin's men would take me straight to him. From there, I would deal with him."

"But?" Maurice anticipated.

"But, this hunter appeared and freed me from my captivity. A brilliant sharpshooter I must say. I know very few people who would have managed to pull the shots he did from such a distance. Every single bullet hit their target, not a single miss, and what bullets…? Custom made darts that I had never heard of before, a clever design."

There was the shadow of a smile on Maurice's lips.

"So I wonder." Lucien went on. "Who is he and why did you not tell me about him?"

"Ah, well, those questions both require long answers." Maurice cleared his throat. "What did he tell you about himself?"

"That he is a hunter but his preys are poachers, not beasts. If not for those outstanding shots he took, I would have taken him for a local hippie. However, there is something in his impressive accuracy that my head cannot quite understand. No simple hunter can be that skilled. Even during my time in the army there were atrociously few people who could shoot with such precision on so many shots. Non, there is more to that man."

Lucien paused to catch his breath.

"He told me he is also after Duchemin. I told him it was stupid and he would end up dead. His answer struck me."

"What did he say?" Maurice asked.

"Don't care." Lucien quoted the tall hunter.

Maurice smiled.

"Doesn't that remind you of anyone?" The beggar asked with a smirk. "Someone who wants Duchemin dead more than anything else?"

The Frenchman frowned and took a drag off of his cigarette.

"Is he my enemy?" He asked Maurice.

"Did he seem like one?" Maurice answered.

"Why do I have the feeling that you are hiding something about that man from me?" Lucien asked.

"Maybe that is because I am."

"Why not tell me?"

"Maybe that is because you have to find out for yourself."

Lucien raised his sharp eyes to Maurice. The beggar was smiling through his bushy grey beard.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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etraytin · 4 years ago

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Quarantine, Day 201

September 28

Today I took a shower, ran a load of dishes, made a half-assed meal plan and grocery list, played with and fed the kittens several times, and had a long discussion with the kiddo about his worries. All this productivity was exhausting, apparently, because I am pretty beat right now. I do have a little treat for all of you this evening though: a new picture of Zuko and Aang! Their foster posted them to Facebook today, and they are so big and soooo cute! I have a feeling their little paws won't touch the floor before they're adopted once they become available. Fingers crossed!

Wednesday is payday so it'll also be grocery day, but my squirrel brain has reached new levels of hyperactivity after a week of bad news and grim predictions for winter. We absolutely cannot afford to buy 300 dollars worth of groceries, no matter how happy it would make my primitive survival-oriented limbic system. I keep telling myself that once I get a job we will be able to afford all the canned goods I want, but that same part of my brain points out that a lot of days it feels like we're barely getting by without me taking eight or ten hours of outside work on per day, and what's going to happen then? It's not a question with a lot of good answers. In the meantime, I'm trying to shave down the list to something more manageable by reminding myself that I should wait for coupons and clearance deals on some of this stuff, and hopefully there won't be another spurt of panic buying anytime soon.

In any case, the kittens are doing well and the kiddo is doing okay. The pandemic is so hard on him already, and the election is beating on his mental health nearly as much as it is on ours. We keep him sheltered where we can, but every other YouTube ad is about politics and the fearmongering is endless. And sure, a lot of it is justified fear, and there are things that are terrifying, but he is ten years old and has no way to contextualize this and understand that the world is not actually coming to an end. Talking him through his fear forces me to deal with my own fear and anxiety, set it aside, and give him the best answers I can. Things will eventually be okay because we will make them okay. There have been terrible presidents and terrible times before and we have gotten through them because people refuse to allow the worst to happen. Donald Trump is a bad man and a bad president, but he will not ruin us, no matter what. It may lack nuance, but it's what a ten year old with no political power needs to hear, understand, and be able to believe. Not a bad thing to remind myself of either, so long as I include the corollary that I had better be out there helping things not get ruined.

The one kind of fun thing I did today (besides more solitaire) is meal planning. I tend to get into a serious rut sometimes where I'm cooking a few recipes again and again because they're right there at the front of my brain. Six or seven years ago, MIL and I sat down together and made ourselves homemade cookbooks out of three ring binders and page protectors. We traded our favorite recipes and filled the different sections with recipes we wanted to keep track of. Whenever I find a super good recipe now, I try to remember to print it out and stick it in the binder. I have found that the best way to get out of a food rut is to go back to that binder and find all my favorite recipes, then get a meal plan together that lets me make more of them. Nearly all of my recipes are super cheap, of course, but they're good! My current list of meals includes:

Meatloaf Pot Roast Brats and Saeurkraut Tuna Casserole Spaghetti Butternut Squash Soup Lemon Garlic Chicken Beer Can Chicken Parmesan Chicken Pulled Pork Huevos Rancheros Lemongrass Chicken Quesadillas Tacoroni Beanie Weenies Shepherd's Pie See, lots of easy, cheap meals right there for the taking! I'm going to put it up on the fridge so when I'm coming up blank on what to cook, I don't have to rely on my brain. That's a sucker's game anyway. I did the menu planning in the kitten room so as to complete two tasks at once, but it turns out kittens are very terrible at helping with menu planning and absolutely fascinated with how slippery page protectors are when they rub against each other. It was a challenging combination. Robinton was especially interested in this recipe for crab cakes, but I had to tell him that some recipes are for special occasions only.

#quarantine #foster kittens #menu planning #groceries #politics #parenting

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spikeymarshmallows · 4 years ago

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last post about CATS

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE KITTENS I BECAME FRIENDS WITH?

Okay, I have a few stories.

So. IDK, cats and I are pals.

When we had a “welcome to your grad degree” party, I found the cat of my one-day-advisor, and became best pals with her cat. TBH I think that’s why my advisor liked me, because her cat doesn’t like many people.

And generally, that’s how it goes.

And last Feb or so, I was walking home and this gorgeous lil friend (never found out the sex) started walking with me. They were very chatty, and would walk with me most days. I found out they belonged to the street--that is, everyone on the street kinda loved ‘em.

And one day, we had a huge hail storm. And FIL was all “hahahaha, I’m surprised you’re not out there trying to save your friend”

And I was just “!!!!! CAN I? IS IT OKAY TO BRING THEM HOME???”

And it was.

So, like the fooool I am, I went out in a hail storm to find this angel.

And. Miraculously. I was running down the street. And they came running up to me. T.T

So I carried them home in my coat, and they didn’t scratch me once, and we got home with minimal damage. They hung out in my bathroom, ate some food, dried off, slept on my bed, and then demanded to be let out at 3am. I named ‘em Sweetpea :3

Anyway, Sweetpea still says Hi when I walk down their street.

So, I came home from a trip out of the country a day after the inlaws had left. And MIL messaged me saying “hey, there’s a stray family of young cats, please keep feeding them”.

OF COURSE I WOULD.

And they were adorable. There was a grey one that went missing after the first day : ( I hope someone picked them up and nothing bad happened....

And I was thinking, well. Babies. I’m gonna bond with them.

So I started just sitting there, reading my book, putting food about 15ft away. And over time, moved them closer. It was violently hot, and I started letting them into the back porch and putting cool water and a fan in there for them in the hottest parts of the day.

Anyway. I was sitting on the back porch playing with them one afternoon, thinking “okay, I gotta do a TNR on these angels” when.... I realised.... Mama Cat was pregnant.

SIGH.

She got bigger and bigger and bigger.

And then one day, the belly disappeared, but we couldn’t find the kittens. I was heartbroken, thinking she’d miscarried... It had been so hot... : (

But then one day, I come home from school and... The babies are in the box I set out the front a few weeks back, with blankets and comfy things, etc.

Mama didn’t miscarry!!!

She’d had them!! But IDK where she hid them.

But she’d brought them out for me!!

I sat there all evening, getting bitten apart by mosquitos but snuggling these tiny, tiny angels. Mama cat did not give a shit, other than the fact that when I was snuggling the babies, I also needed to be petting her.

And like. Wow. This stray, possibly feral cat, let me just... cuddle her two or three week old babies??

We were gonna let her wean, etc... But I learned cats get pregnant quite fast after... so, feeling like a monster, at about 6 or 7 weeks, I TNR Mama Cat and Daddy Cat...

And there’s no fucking way I’m gonna be leaving 6 week old kittens outside to fend for themselves.

Now, I hadn’t been paying too much attention to the babs over the weeks because I had some stuff happening. I’d have a look, and snuggle them, but I tried to let them have their space.

And when we took away Mama and I went to capture babies...

One of the babies had a severe eye infection T.T And I burst into tears.

Like, I won’t describe it. But it was gory.

So I bring all three into the only room in the house with doors, that aren’t bathrooms. Set them up...

They’re feral little fuckers. Hissing all the time.

Take Baby Boy to the vet... Get him eyedrops and antibioticis. His sister also had a mild eye infection....

So for the next two weeks, I get the pleasure of giving them antibiotics and eye stuff twice a day.

They were VERY unimpressed with that.

And I earned myself a few scars.

And I ended up crying in their room a few times because the eye was getting better, but god, how the fuck was I gonna socialise these little fellas when they seemed so terrified of me every time I came in.... : (

And Baby Boy ended up so sick. He was 0.7lbs when he should have been 1.5lbs. His siblings were that big... And then, even after the eye infection healed, he couldn’t gain weight. He was such a sad little baby...

I took them all to the vet for shots etc, and I was a bit “*sniffles* I can’t seem to socialise them” and the vet reassured me that I’d done an excellent job, because of a few reasons. So... I had hope...

And I started giving Baby Boy kitten meal replacement and coconut cream and tiny bits of salmon, to fatten him up. And so he went from the biggest, to the runt, back to... a BIG BOY.

His sister was adopted really quickly, incidentally, by a vet!! Couldn’t ask for a better home for her.

She was a DEMON CHILD and had actually started as the runt... But she was A RASCAL. She’s in a good home now.

Then the brother went eventually, but he took a bit longer. He was a good boy too.

And then we were left with Baby Boy.

Baby Boy, who had gone from a hissy little dying thing... To... A MONSTER. But I didn’t wanna part with him... He was special... But. A lot of stuff in my life is uncertain.

And then... Sister In Law visited over Christmas and bonded with him. And in early February, inlaws drove my son up to her city, and she became his new fur mom.

Anyway. Turns out, aside from some scarring, Baby Boy can see out of his previously-infected eye! We thought he’d lose it entirely. Then we thought he’d be blind. Nope! We think he can see from it ^.^

Anyway, there’s not a real point to this story other than... It’ll probably be one of my proudest moments that I managed to turn three feral little monsters into perfect angels :)))))))

I love cats so much

#personal #cats #i love cats #cats are SO SO GOOD

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savanimay · 4 years ago

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I have no idea what to do right now about money or living situation.

2020 can suck it.

Anyway, earlier today, we found a cat...that seems to be the sister of the cat we took in in July.

We got in trouble for taking in the kitten in July. We hid him until we were found out, making him a permanent fixture in the house...so thats good.

BUT! LITERALLY LAST MONTH:

My bf's MOM SUDDENLY DECIDED THAT SHE WAS GOING TO MOVE HOUSES. She hates pets and she wants all the pets gone (mine/my bf's cat that we found in july and his brother's dog)

And ofc, TODAY. WE FIND THIS CAT CHILLING ON THEIR BACK PORCH as im walking our cat. I notice immediately that the cat has the same pattern and face shape as our cat.

After feeding the cat and checking to make sure she was okay, we noticed that she was literally the same age of the cat we took in in july

>.< now, she could very well be the neighbor's cat but...we got our cat when he was a kitten, outside and alone, hiding in our cars. If both were the neighbors' cat at some point, they werent taking very good care of them, considering our cat was a kitten in july..and shouldnt have been outside in the woods..

This cat seems skinny and has fleas. But she could still be taken care of and live with someone... :/ i have no idea but NOW she's sticking around the house and my MIL is gonna be pissrd and i have no idea what to do.

AND WE DONT HAVE ANY MKNEY TO GET THE CATS FIXED

We have literally been penny pinching ALL WEEK.

Im super behind on my car insurance payment and my bf and i were planning to pay all our bills next friday when he gets paid.

This cat has thrown everything in limbo

AND ON TOP OF THAT ---

Shdorhfkv there's even more crap to add onto this that is threatening my bf having a place to live and ..my dad wont let me take in cats and idk if my dad will let my bf live with us and pay rent because...well, my dad is a fucking racist. My whole family is racist and i dont even trust my siblings' reaction if my bf started living with me... or if i took both cats in :(

If i took both of these cats in, i have to worry about my cat at my house, which MY DAD CONSTANTLY LETS OUT OF THE HOUSE WHEN I TELL HIM NOT TO...

I---

#theres so fucking much. i hate this #long post #rant #rambling

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etraytin · 4 years ago

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Quarantine, Day 83

June 2

Rough, rough day today. It started out pretty well, I even got to sleep in a little bit and woke up to good coffee and the chocolate chip pan dulce we got at Trader Joe's yesterday. I successfully ordered the spare parts we accidentally threw out for the video doorbell, and kiddo completed his schoolwork early in the day with no complaining. MIL had her first physical therapy appointment today, so they headed out around 10:30 and I settled in for a little quality fanfic reading while the kiddo played TABS, his current obsession.

About an hour later, I got a call from the nursing home business office. We did the usual "Can I speak to Mrs. Lastname?" and me asking "MIL's Name Lastname?" because she and I are both Mrs. Lastname and I have had sixteen years of conditioning to say "this is she." They wanted MIL, and when I said she was out they asked for my husband's cell phone number, which I had to admit I did not have memorized even though I am his wife. When they heard I was part of the family, they said they could talk to me, and told me that based on FIL's sudden rapid decline, they wanted to put him into a single room so that we could come and be with him, but they wanted our authorization both in general and because Medicare only covers a semi-private room and we'd have to private pay.

My brain absorbed about thirty percent of that because I was stuck on the "sudden rapid decline" that I did not know about at all, and I was very unhappy that MIL and my husband were both out of the house. I asked for immediate clarification on that, and she admitted that she did not know the specifics because she is the business office person, but she'd get the doctor on the phone. I sat on hold for a minute and she came back to tell me that the doctor and nurse were both outside with MIL and my husband, talking to them about FIL, and she hadn't realized they were already at the center. I told her that we would be able to pay for the private room. She was very nice, but it was the sort of phone call that hits you in the solar plexus.

It was more than another hour before MIL and my husband came home. In the meantime, I fussed with lunch and tried to break it gently to the kiddo that Papa had gotten a lot sicker, but that we would finally be able to go in and see him. They came home and we sat down for lunch (leftover grilled stuff from yesterday), and afterwards I sent the kiddo out to water the plants while we talked. FIL's feet turned blue overnight, which indicates serious problems in the circulatory system, usually the beginnings of shutting down. They could do bloodwork and scans and x-rays to figure out exactly why, but it would be unlikely to change anything, and it would be painful and stressful. Knowing that we were planning on getting hospice involved already, they gave him Percocet and Ativan, so he would sleep and feel no pain. He slept the entire time they were there. The doctor said it would be a matter of days.

We sent messages to my husband's half sisters to let them know what is happening and that now is the time to come if they want to visit. Even this is complicated because of COVID, but we're going to give our bedroom to one sister and her adult daughter while another sister and her son stay in a hotel, and my husband and I will take the basement. This is both because a single bedroom is more likely to keep germs contained and simple hospitality. The last time we visited her home, she gave us her own bedroom to sleep in and bunked with one of her kids. It's only right to pay back the favor. So tomorrow will involve a lot of cleaning and moving luggage around while she drives down from Indiana.

After all of this, MIL and I went downstairs (the long way, by walking out of the house, down the sidewalk and around into the driveway rather than taking the stairs) to clean out the garage fridge and freezer. This was something that had been bugging her for a long time and she wanted something to do. While we were doing that, we remembered the stupid forgotten salad dressing from Saturday, so that was my next thing. I drove out to the restaurant to pick it up so we would have plenty of homemade ranch dressing in the house. I ended up taking the long way both ways, just to have some time in the car to breathe and call my folks.

When I got home, MIL and my husband went back to the center because the room switch had been done. While they were gone, the kiddo and I did the water fight I'd promised him. We didn't use the squirt guns because we found the spinning sprinkler instead, so we spent an hour or so playing with that, running through it, daring each other to stand over it, generally getting very wet. As he played, I followed the saga in my TNR group chat of how one of my friends back home tried to rescue an abandoned kitten at one of our trapping sites, but it was too far gone and died at the vet. She was really sad, we all were, but we tried to remind her that you have to concentrate on the ones you can save. MIL and my husband came back while we were playing. FIL was sleeping the entire time they were there. I don't know if he was awake at all today, but maybe that's better.

My PMS is still very ugh today, so I laid down on a heating pad after dinner and missed the nightly Avatar viewing. I will have to catch up, I don't want to miss Zuko Alone and the introduction of Toph, that's all very important stuff. Kiddo went to bed for about half an hour, then came out and cried all over my bed because Papa is going to die and he didn't want him to. I don't even remember what I said, stuff about heaven, and about how people we love stay with us, and we'll remember everything he was to us. I didn't even bother to try and send him back to bed alone, just went in there with him and we listened to a podcast he likes. He alternated between playing and crying and having a headache for a few hours and finally went to sleep a little after midnight.

I came out and realized that I had an hour left before our grocery order for Wednesday evening (started last Thursday and added to throughout the week) needed to be finalized, and we suddenly were going to be feeding a lot more people. I added ingredients for some easy crockpot meals, figuring none of us are going to feel very cookish, plus a new battery because the damn smoke alarm keeps beeping. I caught up on news about the protests and it just makes me feel more sad and helpless and angry. Everything is happening all at the same time, it seems. We're in for some rough days ahead, and I don't know how to make them better for anybody. Right now we're just holding on.

#quarantine #hospice #tw: end of life #tw: animal death

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etraytin · 4 years ago

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Quarantine, Day 112

July 1

Is it just me, or was June like seventeen seconds long? It feels like maybe a week ago that I had to figure out how to remember what day I was on because May 31 screwed up my clever system. On the other hand, FIL passed away on June 3, and that feels like a very long time ago now. I guess it has to do with how busy I was, especially in the early part of the month, with so much to do and paperwork and the attorney and all that. And then when we came home the month was already more than half over, and I dropped right into a deep, still pool of Time Isn't Real. And now it's July, and my sister is getting married in four weeks, which means we are going to Illinois in three weeks (she's having a very small ceremony and celebration with a big party to be had later on), and I will take the MPRE in five and a half weeks. It's good to be busy, I guess!

Today was grocery day, the most wonderful time of the week or ten days or whatever. My husband took the kiddo out to a river beach near here that was not too crowded and I had several glorious hours all to myself before I had to pick up the groceries. I love my guys, but time alone is a precious commodity to be savored, even if I savored it mostly by lazing in my pajamas and turning the podcast up loud. I'm currently relistening to Welcome to Night Vale, which I was very into for a lot of its initial run but started to fall away from a couple years ago. Now seems like the perfect time to catch up, but the story is so deep I needed to start from the beginning. It's pretty great, and Cecil has the very best voice. Listening to WTNV makes me want to reread my favorite fanfic series about it, Republic of Heaven Community Radio (it's a shockingly good crossover with His Dark Materials), but that's like 550k words so it's a big commitment.

Okay, that was a long walk to talk about grocery day, but it turned out that the guys got back just in time to help me carry things up, so it worked out well. The kiddo was super excited about his new fan and got it set up right away. I am still trying to find places for all my new groceries, since both the pantry and the emergency pantry are pretty full at this point. My squirrel brain can finally settle itself the hell down. We also got a package from MIL today, who sent more stuff that we forgot, some of FIL's papers, and more masks. MIL got onto buying masks pretty early on, but not so early that they weren't super backordered by the time she got there. As a result, her mask purchases have been trickling in one at a time and she is now well supplied. The ones she sent today are nice, sleek and plain black, just right for Professor Husband if they make him teach classes in person in the fall.

Today was a big day for kittens, too, as it was Outside Play day for Bixby! Not outside-outside, obviously, Bixby is well on his way to an indoor-only life, but he got to get out of the playpen and explore the kitten room. This required several hours of cleaning and moving things around on my part, and the little stinker still found a dozen places to hide. He was nervous in such a big space, but then he discovered Barry's playpen and proceeded to be an absolute little shit about taunting his confined brother. They were wrestling and chasing each other through the mesh of the playpen, and a couple of times Bixby actually managed to get on top of the roof, just to lord it over him. He had a great time and I was able to clean his playpen thoroughly and fully change out his litter, wash his dishes, the whole deal.

Once that was done, I opened the other playpen to deal with Prince Hissypants the Misanthrope, who needed to be scruffed slightly to be picked up but again allowed me to hold him with no struggling or fighting. This was aided by the fact that among my groceries were a box of lickable cat treats, little packets of pureed food the consistency of thick gravy that most cats are very fond of. Barry was no exception. He licked up that entire treat, including the drips that spilled on my arm, then licked my arm for awhile because apparently I am too filthy to be allowed. When he got restless, I deposited him in Bixby's clean playpen, then cleaned out the other playpen too. I put Bixby back in Barry’s playpen, and gave them both some new toys. Bixby, having suddenly realized that Out is an option, is no longer satisfied with his lot in life and proceeded to tell me so with expressions of loud woe. I will be glad when the big playpen arrives! I also realized that I don’t have as many toys as I’m going to need for kittens this big, so I bought a few and added some to my fostering wishlist on Amazon.

Not too much else to report; I signed up to deliver food for the foodbank next week and I need to arrange to give blood soon. For so many weeks in North Carolina I fretted about all the things I couldn't do, so now it's time to get off the dime and actually do them! Today was also the last day of my antibiotic, so I just better not get bitten by any more kittens.

#quarantine #feral kittens #welcome to night vale #@erinptah

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