Two down and six to go….maybe five. We had a kitten explosion this year at my house and tonight I gave away two. The little gray one put up a heck of a fight and not only scratched but bit my coworker who was taking her….the drew blood kind of bite. The way I understand it and I could be wrong is….that you can only get cat scratch fever from a kitten. The girl (who is not speaking to me because I gave away her black kitten) has always been careful when handling the wild kittens. I immediately poured peroxide over it and will bring her antibiotics left over from my spider bite if she doesn’t have any but geez. I can’t in good conscience keep feeding the feral cats and one day just move and the gravy train stops….they have to go. The kids go with their dad soon for another week and my plan is to trap them all and give to the animal shelter. They all have a chance except for the sperm donor Tom cat…I despise that cat….maybe after they chop off his boy parts?
Well….that got mixed reviews. Both of my brothers took that moment to call me back and the dirty deed is done, they are now aware of the bankruptcy. The youngest of my brothers is more concerned than anything, but my middle brother? I have no idea what he is thinking or why he has to talk it over with my sister in law? Whatever, the hard part is done…they know and it can’t be fixed which is what my middle brother is now thinking. I’m done….he can do whatever he wants. I guess I have earned the title “crazy sister” and I agree that while I know I do things in an unconventional way, people who “get me” don’t think that I am all that crazy.
This is no longer about what is best for everybody else this is what I need to do for me. It might be rocky for a while but afterwards it will be so much better. This has always been my mom’s house, it has never been mine and that was not for a lack of trying. I can’t move forward while holding onto the past….just like Elsa said….”let it go!”…Zia