a wolf angel is not a good angel

Mr. Cat has been returned to me until his eye infection clears up. He was lying down, all sad, in the litter box. He purred when I picked him up. Crap.

One of the cats is in adoption, but adoption is full full full, piles of cages everywhere. A small, scared black cat? She’s going to get lost. Especially, I think, as she’s not with her brother, whose eye infection returned the second he got back to the shelter. They’re looking for another foster family for him, though I’ve agreed to take him back if necessary. I cannot think much about this or I feel too terrible. They might have driven me round the bend, but I did love them, and I hate to think of them alone and scared in cages.

These cats are ready for adoption, so if there are any Montrealers who are looking for cats, this is your chance.

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The female cat is much better, and madly madly affectionate (and so adorable). Her eyes are a bit watery, and she sneezes now and then, but on the whole, she’s pretty much better.

The male cat, not so much. Over the weekend his eyes got terribly bad, and he is drooling, or maybe snotting, out of his mouth. His eyes actually are shut by whatever is coming out of them, which I wipe off a few times a day. When I do open them, the third eyelid is all red and swollen. It looks horrible. He is still eating, as far as I can tell, though he is skinnier than he was, and he’s definitely still mobile, but Tuesday he needs to go in to the vet. (Sadly, I absolutely cannot bring him in on Monday.) I am a little worried about him. I have antibiotic ointment for the eyes, but they are not getting any better.

I really need to not do this to myself.

Update: suddenly eyes seem slightly better (half-open, but still icky). This might have been because I took female kitty out for a cuddle and he was looking for her, but this seems promising.

Earlier this morning, I took the kittens out of my closet. This annoyed them sufficiently that one of them bit me. The bite got progressively worse during the day, so that by dinner time I could no longer use my hand because of the pain. So I left the house wearing sandals, because they were the only entirely slip-on shoes I could find.

It is snowing today. My feet are very cold.

The good news is that, though the hand doesn’t look any better — still red and swollen — it doesn’t hurt nearly as much anymore, either because it started to heal or because I took a painkiller. Tomorrow morning I will see if I need to get antibiotics and/or have my toes treated for frostbite.

In my bathroom are two terrified black polydactyl kittens, four months old, one male, one female. They were exploring happily until I walked in, at which point they hiss and hide behind my laundry hamper. Poor babies. Polydactyly! This will be adorable, until they learn to open doors or flush toilets or something else annoying.

The SPCA was eerily empty of animals today. I want to pretend that there was a huge number of adoptions last week. So I will pretend that indeed, suddenly people adopted all the cats and dogs. (I do not often look at the birds or small mammals.) I suspect another set of foster kittens is in my future.

I can’t decide if I feel worse going there or not going there.

Two of the four kittens have a home (or will, in the near future). I am sad to not be seeing them anymore. They are sweet and fun.

Tune in this January for round 2, where my “ack! must help animals” is balanced off with “must not actively try to be crazier than I already am”.

Right now I am debating whether I should put myself down as the last chance adopter of a 10 year old cat (10!), neutered and declawed, whose owners “didn’t want him anymore”.

I am sleeping very poorly.

Either I need to become noctural, or the cats need to be diurnal. My feet are not monkey bars.

In other news, my “can’t have them stuck in a cage!” feeling is dissipating very very quickly.

I’m not getting much interest in the kittens (who doesn’t want kittens?), so I’m hoping that this is the weekendness of it. I am so very, very loath to have them in a cage at the SPCA. They will be so sad, especially when they’re all but one adopted. They’ll be alone! Not with people who spend hours a day with them. And the little black and white one is, well, sort of ugly, and has eye problems, so she’ll be much harder to have adopted. Poor baby. (I will of course take her back if she doesn’t get adopted, but that’s after who knows how long alone.)

Yes, it’s crazy, and I should just bring them to the SPCA, because then Matilda would be ecstatic and I could sleep more than an hour before somethings started eating my toes, but they’re so cute! What if they get sick when they’re there? Etc. My goal was to have all the animals gone by Dec 1, but that seems a little unlikely now. Still, the hardest one to place has a home, so it’s just a bunch of adorable little kittens.