same as before: kitten found at office; 4 week old male; black fur except for small patch on chest and rear left paw. He has been to vet to get checked; got wormed.
Its a steady 90° at night here. The mousies are sleeping until I put their water bottle in the fridge. My pinchy-pinched nerve acts up at this hot, breezeless hour. Nature’s on a humidity kick to boot, making all bedsheets useless, including the flipside of a pillow. And I feel like i’m being watched.
This orange fuzzy blob waits for me all day.
By the by, I have a phone call with a convent tomorrow, long-distance. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Now if only I could sleep…but fuzzies are running on rattly wheels, nibble on crunchy bits, and sniffle at the heat. Oh, and roomie’s cat like to play hide-n-seek under my bed. Nothing like leaping out of bed at meowing to help me sleep.
When Sammy died in early May, I got Rita soon after. The empty cage full of rodent toys mocking me from it’s corner.
She was my wee furry acrobat, climbing and swinging just like Sammy had. Rita, nervous & timid, brown with a white patch on head & tummy; passed away between 2pm – 7pm. She wasn’t ill or injured, her cagemate Rachel isn’t aggressive.
Rita & Samuel can keep each other company in heaven.
I miss my munchkin. = (