I haven't written for a while because it's been an insane week and I've been struggling with how to post without being too negative. I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning with a panic attack, just trying to figure out how I can possibly do what needs to be done, I'm exhausted to the point of collapse. The last few weeks I've been going non-stop morning to night. The tipping point was the weekend, was there a weekend in there, I got sick, my cats got sick with giardia, and that triggered my old girl with kidney disease not to eat, many vet visits and hundreds of dollars later and gallons of medications administered, we're trying to get everyone healthy.
Meanwhile, Gloria's colony grows, more kittens every time I go, even though I've managed to get some out, the older ones I have to leave behind. I've trapped 4 adults so far, but the kittens break my heart. Three that we rescued are very sick with URIs, one has pneumonia.
So when I got a call from Wendy last week about kittens around the corner from her living under a restaurant patio my heart sank. I'm still trying to figure them out.
|Kittens under a patio|
|Hank looking kind of old and ratty|
|MC hanging out|
|Blinky the one eyed kitten|