Forgive me if todays post is how shall I put it…crap. You see I haven’t been to sleep yet and I am psychotically tired. Yesterday I opened a fortune cookie and my fortune was: God will help you through any struggle. I should have known then that it was the universes way of preparing me for what was to come. But in my defense, I hardly see how that is a fortune. A fortune tells you what is going to happen, not that when something does happen God will have your back. And while we’re on the subject I don’t recall seeing God curled up on the floor last night at four am with me. Not that you can trust fortune cookies these days. The writers are so lazy, they just scribble out random junk like: You’re compassionate and giving. I kid you not that was an actual fortune I got last month. I fully expect to open a cookie and find the message: You like chinese food or You just opened a cookie.

So the kittens are almost five weeks old now. When they were tiny I used to wish they would grow up so I could play with them and love on them. Now I wish they would be little again because I don’t have the energy to keep up with six insane kittens and four adult cats that are hell bent on killing each other. I swear, they get so crazy I should sell tickets, I’d be rich. The kittens are at the stage where everything falls into two categories: something to bite or something to climb. Sadly my flesh falls into both categories and I look like I’ve been cained by angry smurfs. They are also at the age where there mom no longer sees the need to clean them when they potty but not yet at the age where a litter box sounds like fun. So I get to clean up after then five hundred times a day and pray I don’t step in anything. They are all able to climb out of the crib so we moved them to the big bathroom, covered the floor in mats and stapled a piece of flower fencing across the door so Puff can get out but the kittens can’t.

I don’t think I mentioned that Turtle had babies but considering I’m in a coma at the moment I could be mistaken. Turtle is the tortoise shell cat we used to feed, part of the Porch Kitties. They never come by anymore, I assume because they all have kittens. Anyway, Sean noticed her and several kittens near the dumpster (which is right next to my garage and let me tell you how much I enjoy that) and I went to see them. The poor things were eating trash and bugs and so hungry they let me get right next to them before they ran off. They were to fast to catch and I was pretty upset the whole day thinking about them out there in the trash and heat. Well yesterday when Sean got home from the doctors he found two of them in our garage (did I mention our garage door is broken?) and was able to catch one and bring it in. I expected it to freak out since it’s mother is feral but it was actually pretty sweet. We gave him a bath and some food and I made him a bed. He was ok all night just laying around watching the other cats, eating and enjoying the pettins and gooshy food. But when we went to bed he flipped out and cried all night, loudly. Sean sleeps like the dead so it was me who was up all night petting him, cleaning up his little messes, coaxing him to eat and finally, blessedly at 8 am, to go to sleep. He’s now resting amidst every stuffed animal I have on my pillow. I on the other hand STILL have not been to sleep.

This weekend we are renting traps from the local hardware store and catching the rest of them. Since we don’t know if they have any diseases or anything (although he doesn’t have fleas thank god) we are keeping him qaurentined. When we catch them all we will have one tested and then find them homes. He looks about six weeks old so I won’t have to keep them long before I can adopt them out. As harsh as it sounds I am actually glad they won’t be with us long. Everytime I think about giving away Puff and her kittens I start to tear up so I don’t want to get to attached to another set of kittens.

I look forward to a time when I get a full nights sleep again. I figure God is testing me for when I have my own baby but I hardly see how seven babies is fair. Lord please don’t let me have multiples, I’ll go bonkers. Still it’s good practice for Sean and there really is nothing more adorable than seeing him snuggled up with a sleeping baby, furry or not. Good luck and blessings, Prana

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