Talking about a whole variety of subjects.

Well the other day I got this weird message after 1am via my Formspring.me account. All it said was:

Hello, are you the previous owner of Buttons? I would like to know if you want her back?! If not I will bring her to the shelter.

Especially that last line bothered me greatly. It sounded very threatening.

I managed to retrieve her email address and mailed her all my info. I did not hear from har at all the next day so the day after that, after I found her phone number, I called her and asked what was going on. She apologized for the crude message and that it wasn’t her intent. Still, I wanted Buttons back and asked when it could be arranged. She said she could bring her by the next day around 3pm.

That next day she calls me just before 3pm saying Buttons had decided to take a long walk and hasn’t come home yet and if I would be alright with her bringing Buttons by on Sunday instead. Just as I agreed to that Buttons walked back in the door and they decided to bring her by today anyway.

Despite her apology and the reasons she gave me as to why the cat had to go away I was still a little weary. They only stayed for a few minutes after they dropped her off and afterward I noticed a bit of blood on the wall. Buttons must’ve hurt herself on the drive over here in her cat cage. A tiny part of her left ear was wounded.

She settled in pretty quick, hissing at the other cats but more than eager to be petted by me. She ate and drank and seemed to be doing well. Once I got to check her out a bit more I noticed her very round waist. It looks like she’s pregnant and that they neglected to tell me that.

So while I was finally down to just one cat, in just a few weeks I managed to get back up to three, with the possibility of winding up with a few more in the near future. Not exactly how I planned this.

Zim was left behind by abusive owners (I really, really hate animal cruelty) when they moved away. Some family members of mine took care of him but they already have older cats and that didn’t really mix.

He was hiding underneath the couch for most of the first day, but I took him out a few times to let him examine the apartment a bit. Later that night he already did much better and it wasn’t long before he started to want my attention and such.

It’s been a fay days, and now he’s pretty much completely acclimatized to his new home. He’s been outside, played with toy mice, and he doesn’t even yell at my other cat Pongo anymore. :)

For clarity: Zim is the red one. Pongo is white with black spots. :p

Last Friday was my mom’s birthday. She didn’t celebrate it this time, so it was just a coffee & dinner thing along with my dad ‘n stuff. I didn’t have a gift for her and I should feel bad. I simply didn’t have the money for it right now though, August hit me harder than I had initially planned, but I’ll make it up to her soon.

We did go to the casino in the evening, even though I was already kinda tired. I didn’t play with my money though, I had none to begin with, heh, but we all had a few nice ‘big wins’ a few times.

Yesterday my uncle Ben held a high tea in a nearby Restaurant/Event Center celebrating his 65th (well, his 66th but he was too ill last year), which was fun. :) A lot of people showed up from both sides of the family and in the end there were about 50 people in total. As a gift from the family he got a scrap book with photos and notes from several family members recalling events they’ve shared with him.

I ate quite a bit; little cakes, strawberry pie, apple pie, a salmon sandwich (and I absolutely cannot stand fish but I wanted to eat it anyway), assorted chocolates and crepes.

My ex called me last Tuesday night to tell me that Sol got hit by a car. He’s one of the older cats I gave to her a few months ago. He’s a very sweet cat but also a hunter and scavenger. He likes to roam pretty far away from home and he had been spotted before crossing roads near the industrial area.

He was found I assume not too long after the accident and because he is chipped they called my ex right away. From what she was told and then afterward told me it didn’t look very good. He got hit on his hind legs and it was protrayed as pretty much a lost cause told that his back was probably broken but without an x-ray it was impossible to tell just what the damage was.

So over the course of the next few days my ex got photos taken from his back and taken him to see the veterinary surgeon who said it is possible to fix him up with an operation but that is of course not without its cost. The estimation was a couple hundred, much less than initially presumed but still a lot of money.

Sol broke part of his pelvic bone so he cannot stand or walk right now. I believe it was the right side that was broken and had shifted a bit. Apart from that he also has some minor and hairline fractures, but seemed in relatively good shape. His back isn’t broken, his tail is fine, and the main pelvic bone is intact as well so there’s a good chance he’ll recover from this but a much better result if he can get the surgery of course.

I saw him today and while it is very sad to see him locked up inside a cage it is not too small and he seems to be looked after pretty good. He’s not allowed to put weight on his back legs right now. He seems to be eating well from what I could tell and actually looked kinda happy. He loved getting attention from me and still purred a lot and bashed his head against my hands like he always used to.

Family and friends keep asking me if I notice anything yet from taking the hormones. Well, while it’s not always easy to tell I can say that in general I feel much happier. Though truthfully that is probably in large part due to the fact I no longer am in ‘purgatory’. The extremely long wait on getting approved was grueling and it feels good to have finally haven gotten through that process.

What I did notice is that I can be quite bitchy at times, and that I don’t really care that I am either. Also, while getting ready for my shower this morning I noticed that my nipples were painful to the touch.

I have also been working very hard on my eating and sleeping schedule, which you may remember has been hell since the day I was born. Well it is going much better. Again, the fact that I no longer have to stress out about my diagnosis probably helped a lot for my sleeping. While I don’t have exact times set yet I do try to go to bed between midnight and no later than 2am and get up between 6 and 8am.

Eating is actually going better too. I have set up fixed times for this. I have to eat breakfast in the morning at 8am, lunch at 1pm, and dinner at 6pm. I try to add a ‘snack’ between meals as well around 10:30am and 3:30pm. So that makes for 5 times a day. Which for me is like 4 times more than my usual from a few months ago. I take my hormones at breakfast and dinnertime.

I skipped lunch today because I was visiting my ex and checking up on Sol and I was really feeling that when I got home as I was all weak ‘n kinda shaky. I guess my body is starting to get used to eating at regular intervals. That’s good, right?

She always was a stubborn cat, she didn’t make a sound through the entire delivery. She also decided she’d have her kittens in one of those hammock thingees I had hanging over the radiator. Smart.

I was sooo incredibly tired tho that I could not stay and watch her like I normally do, but she and the kittens seemed fine. I just had to get back to bed. The next day I found out there were a total of 5 kittens! Two red ones, a black one, a grey striped one and a white one with some.. spots. :P They’re really cute and squirmy. lol

Last week, Pita somehow managed to escape from the apartment and while she was still spotted several times afterward, for the past few days she had completely disappeared. That is, until my birthday, last Monday morning, when I woke up hearing the cat door open and a meow coming from the room. It was Pita, she had returned home!

The remarkable part about this is that she was brought to the apartment in a car, and as far as I know had never walked that road or distance before. So she had to cross 2 major and dangerous roads to get back here. She was also (still) heavily pregnant and had a gaping hole in her side. When I took her too the vet they said the kittens were most likely still alright and that as long as I feed Pita plenty of nutrients there shouldn’t be any problems. The hole however was 7cm (almost 3 inches) deep and had to be cleaned. The vet did this right away and I got some medicine for Pita that I had to give her twice a day.

She immediately felt right back at home and was purring and loving as if she never left. She even went outside again that same day and didn’t run off or anything. :)