Thread: A few little bites... Comments open

RE A few little bites... I am sooooo effing tired. Yawn Spent the majority of the night in the ER with my mom. She's ok, btw. Feeling much better and is finally able to speak properly again. Heh. And then, even after I got home and laid down in the bed, I still couldn't sleep for pain. My stupid lower abdomen was hurting sooo bad that no matter how I moved, it would send sharp shooting pain through me, causing me to kinda groan. Ugh. And I had to be up at 630 for work this morning. Needless to say, my eyes are burning from exhaustion as I only got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night. Blah. On the plus side tho, today is FRIDAY! And I've got some Caramel Creams sitting here beside me with a nice cup of sweet iced tea. So, a little more aboot me. Yes, I spelled that the way I wanted to. Lol. Along with having 2 little boys, we've also got 3 cats. We adopted Wesson, our pretty black cat, from a shelter. She's our hiderbitch cat. When she's not in the mood, she'll let you know real quick by ripping open your skin. It's probably why she's my favorite of the three. Lol. She was the first in the family. Then, about 3 months later, a friend of mine said she was going to have to give up her cat because they were moving. He came already fixed and shots and potty trained. So, we took him in and renamed him Smith. He's dumb as a box of rocks, but we love him. THEN... about 2 months ago I got a call from the hubby while he was at work. He asked me to come pick up 2 kittens they'd found hiding behind a car tire, and take them to the Humane Society. Yeah.... take them I did. I just didn't take them to the HS. Lol. We are good friends with a couple who love animals. The husband worked at a pet store for many years before moving on, and the wife is a Vet tech at the Vet's office we take the cats to. I called her up and asked her to come see the kittens. They were sooo tiny! We guesstimated that they were about 2-2.5 weeks old. Not yet able to walk, and could barely keep their eyes open. There was a black one and an orange striped one. I was determined to keep one and take good care of him. Since we already had a black cat, we decided to keep the orange one. We bottle fed that little guy for weeks on end. And I had to help him go potty. In case you've never reared a cat, I will tell you what it means to make them go potty. You have to rub their genitals with a warm wet cloth to release their urine and bowels. The mother cat, were she there to take care of the kittens, would have licked them with her tongue. Whelp, the urine part wasn't a problem. Although we'd named him Herstal after the gun manu company, FN Herstal, his nickname and subsequent middle name became Peebody. Yes, I spelled that correctly. Not like the dog. But literally, because if you even accidentally touched his pee pee area, he'd pee all over you. Now the pooping... not so much. That poor baby had to have so many enemas, it wasn't funny! Gross. Now I know why I never went into nursing. Although my mom tells me I would have been a wonderful nurse with as kind and gentle as I am. I'm her nurse when she's unable to do things for herself or she ends up in the hospital. But I digress. So yep, here are some pics of the kitties for your amusement. I will say this, Wesson has the SOFTEST fur I think I've ever touched. She literally feels like her fur is made of Satin! Seriously, I wish my hair was that soft. I'm jealous that my cat has better hair than me. Lol. P.S. The friends that took the black kitten and reared him, named him Mjlnir. That's the name of Thor's hammer, for all of you non nerds out there.