Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.
This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.
If we can, we are probably going to keep her.
What a difference a day makes! Took this little guy to the vet, got the fleas and dirt washed off him, got some antibiotics for a slight cold, but he is otherwise fine. Kneading and purring up a storm, eating a lot and being heart-crushingly adorable.
We have named this glorious creature Nux.
A little over a month later and Nux is growing into a very long and floppy shoulder cat!
Oh my god!!!!
i’m so happy for this cat i hope nux knows im proud of him
I’ve been trying to make some quiet time into my day, every day, for a little while. I don’t always remember, and the timing is random and not always consistent, but it helps to ground me.
My quiet times have been during acupuncture, meditating, writing what I’m grateful for, or just thinking before I go to sleep. It’s soothing to me to just think and pray and have that just-to-myself time that’s sorta spiritual, too. I’m a Christian, but especially since I’ve struggled to find a church (I cannot tolerant churches who don’t condemn hatred, including acts of homophobia, racism, transphobia, sexism, etc., because we are meant to fight for others and love them fiercely and wholly), this time has been good.
I get wrapped up in worrying about things daily. What will my health look like in a year, where will I work, will I work at all, am I going to lose my healthcare, why are there so many hateful people in the world, why can’t I do more to help? If you worry as I do, I will tell you this; it’s okay to feel that fear, anger, and hurt, and while it’s important to fight for change in your personal life and in the world, it is just as important that you care for yourself, whatever that looks like.
I still will worry. However, in the quiet, I remember and am reminded that, ultimately, we are here to connect with and love others. Those are the things that matter. I am trying to learn to pour into others more, to show more compassion and love, while I’m also learning how to love myself.
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