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.
I can always count on my mousie Corncob to be up with me. As I chow on eggs & coffee, she nibbling & crunching. She’ll stop to scratch, and I’m busy fluffing and getting annoyed with my hair.
Peas in a pod.