babysitting a stray cat I rescuedFebruary 17, 2008
I have Victor, a very congested feline I took in from outside, staying in my bathroom for the night, close to a humidifier so that he can breathe more easily. This poor fellow has been living outside for months, and I’ve been feeding him for months. I never took him in because I already have a rescue cat and I cannot handle two cats. My parents would also not allow me to have two cats…hell, convincing them to let me keep Dennis was hard enough, and I had to enlist the help of my sister, who is a much better diplomat and communicator than I am. A woman who runs a fostering whatchamacallit for cats, is coming to my apartment tomorrow to take him to the veterinary clinic….wherever she decides to take him….I was so afraid he had already passed away…..after seeing him yesterday night….he sounded HORRIBLE….he just wants to be held. He’s absolutely adorable….we gave him the name “Victor” because we figured it suited him very well. He is extremely quiet, which is good, because I think otherwise Dennis would be throwing a fit. They might like each other, but I don’t think I can handle two cats screaming. Even cats who are curious about one another can carry on a loudest-meow contest. Now, I have a MOUNTAIN of homework to catch up on. And I have a math exam on Thursday, and I do NOT want another 14 out of 100 like last time. I had horrible anxiety for weeks before that, and I couldn’t really study much of anything during that time, so I’m really not all that surprised at my dismal grade….
Homework time. Finally. Athena spent several hours crying and worrying about Victor, and I got caught up in that upset as well. I wasn’t going to try and force her to think about math and physics….but the reality is that we have homework in both subjects to do, and we haven’t done any of it yet.
The Integral, with contributions from Athena.