I look out the window at kids playing basketball in the park and all I can think is thank God I don't have to throw a ball right now. I had a bath this morning, which was a rather complicated affair involving a milk crate, garbage bag, cushion, and long-handled pot.
To put it lightly, I feel waaaay better and 100% cleaner (which I probably am).
A week ago, Katie got two kittens to foster. The idea was that we would try them out on our roomate, who sometimes has allergic reactions to cats, and see what happens. The society gave us two little feral kitties that needed love and attention. Zoe and Joel and Katie and Anya (along with every visitor that comes through the door) jumped at the chance and now we have two kittens that charge around the house with no fear, fighting each other, racing down the hallway, cartwheeling across the bed. From feral to tame. Kudos to Katie.
So, the dilemma. Keep'm both, send'm back and adopt a different kitten or keep one of them. Me, I'd like to keep both of them but a little unfair for our roomate. However, the key is not to get too attached to them right now, although that may be too late. They even have names. From Ninja (the black) and Heart (the gray, and named by Joel) to Soleil Ninja Brooke Ormiston and Sarah Heart Alexandra Saffery.
Now, I've gotta find a way to water the garden. I planted a gorgeous clematis before 'the accident' and have not checked on them since.
A little oxycodone should help. Right?
Weather today? A gorgeous 18 C with moderate breeze. Blue skies.
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