30 More Days Of Summer
As the crowd gathers around the darkened entrance to it’s lair, they stand silent, holding thier breath for fear of spooking the delicate creature. When it finally emerges it appears pale and confused, startled by the harsh daylight. Slowly it’s eyes focus and it appears to understand what it must do. Looking down it see it’s shadow and quickly flees back to the safety of it’s home.
There you have it. I made one of my brief ventures into what my husband refers to as ‘day light’ , was scared silly and now have vowed never to leave again. Of course this means we will have 30 more days of summer where in we will all finally be burnt to a crisp due to the chemical fire I am positive will errupt any second now when the smog layer reaches the critical temperature.
So anyway, we went out yesterday. I don’t normally do that as A. I am a lovely shade of ‘cadaver’ and instantly burst into flames the second the sun touches me. B. I am allergic to pretty much everything and always come home stuffed up, itching, watering and in pain. and C. I emit special pheremones that attract all manor of crazies. But yesterday I braved the harsh Cali sun, the fumes and the nut jobs for a worthy cause : kittens.
I like animals, I like them a lot. They don’t judge you or trick you or play games with you. So long as you have a pocket full of snacks and a lap they love you. Unfortunately I am a sick sick woman and have, on occasion, taken in every stray in the neighborhood. But I’ve gotten much better and to my credit in the five years since getting married I have only aquired two cats and believe me when I say I had ample opportunities to get more. So yesterday someone put up a notice in the LAFreecycle for a siamese kitten found in a dumpster. Of course my heart went out to the little thing, who could do something so horrible to a little baby kitty? But I knew the hubby would not want another cat (he can barely handle the wounds inflicted by the ones we already have). So when he came home I joked as usual that we were getting another cat and he said something that freaked me out to no end…ok.
Last week he answered the door in nothing but a towel to accept a package. Before that he helped one of our neighbors fix thier computer and even spent time in thier house. It doesn’t sound like much to you and I but these are acts entirely foreign to Sean and combined with his total nonchalance at getting another cat leads me to believe that he is a pod person.
So I called the number to ask after the kitten which in my heart was already mine only to find out that someone had already taken it. Now it may sound silly, and it probably is, but I was rather hurt and depressed. Which is how I ended up outside on my way to the animal shelter. We looked in the paper first but every ad required your soul or first born child in exchange for a kitten and we figured it would be a good idea to rescue a needy kitty anyway.
When we got there we were immediately set apon by a large man who just started talking to us (and a voice in his head, no I’m not kidding) about bizzare things and even followed us through the pound at first. It was very wierd and I wish I could say it was the first time that has happened but it’s not. After we lost the guy we looked in the two rooms with cats and kittens but the place was a little crowded. There were so many cute and cuddly kitties, I wanted them all. But we finally settled on a 7 week old birman female who is quite possibly the cutest thing in the entire world. I took a couple pictures which I will upload later but if you want to know what she looks like go here and click on ‘kittens’.
But because the kittens aren’t 8 weeks old yet we can’t get her until Friday morning and we have to be the first ones there or someone else can take her which would make me cry like a kindergartener with a skinned knee. If we don’t get her I can always pick another one but I’ve already bonded with this one and really hope we get her. If we do her name will be Niobe (Ny O Bee) to go along with our cats Neo and Trinity, all characters in The Matrix. So cross your fingers for me.
After that we stopped to get gas, which is where I watched a homeless man watching customers litter. He just shook his head sadly and when they left he proceeded to pick up thier trash and throw it away as well as all the other litter in the parking lot. That really touched me and made me sad. Here this guy doesn’t own anything but the dirty shirt on his back and yet he takes the time to clean up after US. Where ever he is I hope he is safe and happy. Creator bless you , wherever you are.
After that we went to the store (there was a Big Lot’s type store going out of business) and we saw a few things we liked but didn’t buy anything and at that point we were both starving and dying from the heat. So we spent most of the day laying in a puddle of our own sweat and praying for sweet release.
Later when I called my mom to see how she was holding up after the family reunion she asked what we had done that day and I told her about the cat. She got that voice all moms get when they are disappointed in your behavior but can’t do anything about it. “Miss” she says (which I hate because it’s not my name) “Why do you need another cat? You’re going to turn into one of those cat ladies!”
Mind you she says this as if I’d just told her I had massacred a village and she was chiding “Miss, you’ll be one of those serial killers!”. If the worst thing I ever become is a cat lady considering our gene pool…she should be so lucky!
Good luck and blessings, Prana