Clutter and Critters

Ok, so I was told today that I NEVER update this blog so nah, nah, nah, you're so wrong. I've been busy lately, trying to get rid of stuff in the attic, in the living room, every darn where. It's not like I haven't had a garage sale and unloaded an obscene amount of junk, I mean, valuable possessions I no longer had use for. I swear, I have no idea where all of this crap, uh, treasured items come from. Anyway, gave a bunch of stuff away Sunday so I'm feeling a little lighter already.

Also been dealing with a sick kitty. Poor Patrick isn't doing well and it tears me up everytime I have to deal with one of my gang being sick, especially if the odds are it's not going to turn out well. I've done cat rescue for years and losing one is never easy. With some of the ones I have in my outdoor sanctuary I knew early on that they were FeLV positive and that the day would come when they were too sick to have any kind of quality of life. I lost five cats within a two month span a few years ago (three were leuk. cats, one a rescued sickly kitten, the other a nearly 17 year old I'd had since she was a wee baby). It's always hard. And Patrick is a special boy. He was abandoned at a shelter and nearly grieved himself to death before and for a while after we took him out. He definitely had been someone's pet, he was neutered, declawed and quite a lover boy. We have no idea if his owner died or if he was just a burden that his family refused to deal with anymore, either way he didn't understand any of it. It took a while for him to stop moping and decide life was pretty good around here, with food o'plenty, a sunny enclosure to nap or chase bugs and a few humans to wrap around his not-so little paws. Say a little prayer for my big boy that he has some more time to savor the things he loves.