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Every single free minute -- and most of the ones I'm stealing shamelessly from my employer -- are being spent with the horrible Critters.
At least I remembered to inform the LuciusBB mods that I'm dropping out -- there is not a jot of creativity anywhere in my mind right now, and zero time for writing.
Yesterday at tennis (sports is about the only extravagance I'm allowing myself, because I *do* need it) Elena asked me whether I was looking forward to Temporary Lover's return to Skopje, in about two weeks. First I gazed at her blankly, then I remembered that, yes, TL is coming back in two weeks, and then it occurred to me that I simply don't care. Priorities have shifted -- ironically, TL was the motivation I'd needed to lose a few extra pounds, but the real progress started when Rambo shouldered his way into my life; now I'm almost as slim as I used to be in Milan, 15 years ago. It's a good thing TL was only the motivation, and basically I wanted to do it for myself, because I very much doubt that he's going to see much of clothed!me, let alone unclothed.
Crazy cat lady, just as I said.
In the spirit of cat-induced happiness, I have to share this story:
Janine, my best friend, used to have two cats, mother and daughter. She had to have Tina (the mother, only 8 years old) put to sleep in May, because she had untreatable kidney problems. It was very, very hard for her, and although she vaguely considered taking in a new companion for Muki (the daughter, now aged 7), she was far from being ready or making a decision.
Then Rambo arrived and, just to calm myself, I asked both Janine and Irene if they'd be ready to take him, in case he didn't get on with the terrible trio. They said both yes, but then I fell in love, and things were going well, and so I told my dear friends that Rambo was going to stay on as cat #4.
Janine was really disappointed.
About a week ago, a friend of mine posted a link on my facebook page: one of the (fortunately many) animal rescue associations in Austria, which goes by the name of "Tatzenhilfe" (Tatze = paw, but it's also a word play with Katze/ Tatze), specialises in saving kittens, mostly in rural areas. Their newest home-seeking acquisition was a red female called Tiziana, about three months old. Said friend posted her picture and the link to the association's homepage, remarking that Tiziana might be Rambo's twin.
Janine saw the link, visited the homepage, called the association, and believe it or not, she's getting Tiziana and another, female tabby kitten. (Two kittens are much better than one, if you have a single older cat, because they play and wrestle with each other and don't get on the older cat's wick so much).
Happy Ending, anybody?
At least I remembered to inform the LuciusBB mods that I'm dropping out -- there is not a jot of creativity anywhere in my mind right now, and zero time for writing.
Yesterday at tennis (sports is about the only extravagance I'm allowing myself, because I *do* need it) Elena asked me whether I was looking forward to Temporary Lover's return to Skopje, in about two weeks. First I gazed at her blankly, then I remembered that, yes, TL is coming back in two weeks, and then it occurred to me that I simply don't care. Priorities have shifted -- ironically, TL was the motivation I'd needed to lose a few extra pounds, but the real progress started when Rambo shouldered his way into my life; now I'm almost as slim as I used to be in Milan, 15 years ago. It's a good thing TL was only the motivation, and basically I wanted to do it for myself, because I very much doubt that he's going to see much of clothed!me, let alone unclothed.
Crazy cat lady, just as I said.
In the spirit of cat-induced happiness, I have to share this story:
Janine, my best friend, used to have two cats, mother and daughter. She had to have Tina (the mother, only 8 years old) put to sleep in May, because she had untreatable kidney problems. It was very, very hard for her, and although she vaguely considered taking in a new companion for Muki (the daughter, now aged 7), she was far from being ready or making a decision.
Then Rambo arrived and, just to calm myself, I asked both Janine and Irene if they'd be ready to take him, in case he didn't get on with the terrible trio. They said both yes, but then I fell in love, and things were going well, and so I told my dear friends that Rambo was going to stay on as cat #4.
Janine was really disappointed.
About a week ago, a friend of mine posted a link on my facebook page: one of the (fortunately many) animal rescue associations in Austria, which goes by the name of "Tatzenhilfe" (Tatze = paw, but it's also a word play with Katze/ Tatze), specialises in saving kittens, mostly in rural areas. Their newest home-seeking acquisition was a red female called Tiziana, about three months old. Said friend posted her picture and the link to the association's homepage, remarking that Tiziana might be Rambo's twin.
Janine saw the link, visited the homepage, called the association, and believe it or not, she's getting Tiziana and another, female tabby kitten. (Two kittens are much better than one, if you have a single older cat, because they play and wrestle with each other and don't get on the older cat's wick so much).
Happy Ending, anybody?
