Burnt Sienna
Jan. 12th, 2012 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyHere is a thing: what English sounds like to Italian speakers. It sounds insanely catchy, if that's any guide.
The stray grey and white cat has been hanging around a lot lately, stealing Percy's food and generally upsetting him; also, her belly is growing suspiciously round. I am no closer to being able to pat her: she squeaks at me if I don't get food to her fast enough, but hisses if I try to pat her or look as though I'm thinking about patting her. So I called the council and got the cage. I felt awful about it, but the man who dropped it round was nice. He said all strays get taken to the RSPCA shelter for a vet check, and as long as she's healthy, she would be a good candidate for finding a new home. Which is nice. I'm clinging to that. She really is a cute little thing.
While I was setting the cage up this morning, the little cat was frolicking. FROLICKING. Trying to catch a butterfly in the garden. I mean, I was feeling bad already, but that compounded it.
I thought if she got into the cage while I was at work, she would be trapped there all day, which didn't seem right, so I organised my mum to spend the day in here, so she could get the cat to the shelter straight away. She rang me this afternoon to tell me to buy some more cat food on my way home. The stray had somehow managed to eat all the existing supplies without triggering the door catch. So I've got to do it all again tomorrow. My guilt continues.
The stray grey and white cat has been hanging around a lot lately, stealing Percy's food and generally upsetting him; also, her belly is growing suspiciously round. I am no closer to being able to pat her: she squeaks at me if I don't get food to her fast enough, but hisses if I try to pat her or look as though I'm thinking about patting her. So I called the council and got the cage. I felt awful about it, but the man who dropped it round was nice. He said all strays get taken to the RSPCA shelter for a vet check, and as long as she's healthy, she would be a good candidate for finding a new home. Which is nice. I'm clinging to that. She really is a cute little thing.
While I was setting the cage up this morning, the little cat was frolicking. FROLICKING. Trying to catch a butterfly in the garden. I mean, I was feeling bad already, but that compounded it.
I thought if she got into the cage while I was at work, she would be trapped there all day, which didn't seem right, so I organised my mum to spend the day in here, so she could get the cat to the shelter straight away. She rang me this afternoon to tell me to buy some more cat food on my way home. The stray had somehow managed to eat all the existing supplies without triggering the door catch. So I've got to do it all again tomorrow. My guilt continues.