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todayiamadaisy) wrote2018-10-04 08:57 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2018-10-04 08:57 pm
It's incredibly confusing and drives me on simultaneously.
My sabbatical might be drawing to an end. Yesterday I had a job interview to be the finance manager for a national mental health charity. Today, they called to say I am their preferred candidate, pending reference checks and background screening. So... seems likely to happen? Fingers crossed.
I think I have mentioned the stray cat that I have been feeding. I didn't name him. If I did, my mother would complain about it. (She still complains about Alistair's name.) Instead, I left it, knowing that she would eventually say, "Oh, there's little [x]!" and when she did, [x] would stick as his name. It worked, too. She saw the stray cat one evening and said, "Oh, there's little Tojo coming for his dinner."
(I would not have predicted Tojo as a name she would choose. She's been trying to back out of it, saying we can't name a cat for a Japanese World War II general, but it's stuck now. I did ask why Tojo, and she said it was the first word that came into her head when she saw him that time.)
Anyway, Tojo. He's put on a little bit of weight. His spine is still prominent, but his ribs are a little padded now. He's quite happy to be patted while he's eating, and will sometimes stop eating to have his head scritched. There used to be a woman in the house on the corner who had an old cat that kept having kittens that ran wild, and I suspect he might be one of them. He's obviously been handled, but also obviously has no person right now. I think the best option would be to take him to the shelter. He deserves a chance for a nice home. So that might be next week's task.
I think I have mentioned the stray cat that I have been feeding. I didn't name him. If I did, my mother would complain about it. (She still complains about Alistair's name.) Instead, I left it, knowing that she would eventually say, "Oh, there's little [x]!" and when she did, [x] would stick as his name. It worked, too. She saw the stray cat one evening and said, "Oh, there's little Tojo coming for his dinner."
(I would not have predicted Tojo as a name she would choose. She's been trying to back out of it, saying we can't name a cat for a Japanese World War II general, but it's stuck now. I did ask why Tojo, and she said it was the first word that came into her head when she saw him that time.)
Anyway, Tojo. He's put on a little bit of weight. His spine is still prominent, but his ribs are a little padded now. He's quite happy to be patted while he's eating, and will sometimes stop eating to have his head scritched. There used to be a woman in the house on the corner who had an old cat that kept having kittens that ran wild, and I suspect he might be one of them. He's obviously been handled, but also obviously has no person right now. I think the best option would be to take him to the shelter. He deserves a chance for a nice home. So that might be next week's task.