The Flying Machine

An injured kitten showed up in our back yard last night. She was hobbling badly but very friendly and not wearing any sort of collar, so my housemate took her inside and we fed her and petted her and this morning took her to the cat rescue agency in town.

Turns out she has a broken pelvis. Poor thing. We've put up 'lost cat' signs in the neighborhood, but no word. She visited us a few weeks ago and had a collar on, so if she's been abandoned, it's recent. The thought that someone might abandon an injured cat makes me so angry. Whoever did this better hope they don't meet me. Lucky for them, my axe is broken.

We are working on finding her a foster home where she can heal and be put up for adoption. I wish it could be my house, y'all. I worry about her pelvis and whether that will impact her ability to be adopted.

The other neighborhood abandoned cat, who we call Cat Stevens, was very jealous last night that the kitten got to come inside. We think he was recently abandoned, as he's friendly and doesn't behave like a stray but has no ownership collar and is rather thin. None of the neighbors claim him. I worry about him, too.

Posted by Sarah at 9:10 AM | Permalink

So don't have the slightest twinge of interest in babies. Never have. I know girls who get that in-your-ovaries longing whenever they see one, but that's not me. Babies make me think of sleepless nights and smelly diapers and screaming screaming screaming.

However.

Whenever somebody tells me how much she wants one, I always say I understand the feeling. Because y'all, I am dying for a cat.

Made the mistake of browsing the local cat adoption center's website today and it was all I could do not to leave the office and immediately drive over and take one home. Or two. Seriously, this is way beyond 'oh, it would be nice to have a cat.' This is an irrational major brain-addled-by-hormones WANT. Normally I don't let myself look at the listings because it almost makes me sick that I can't have one right now.

I love cats, all animals really, and I live in a house where pets aren't allowed, am about to move to another house that already has animals, and then will move just 3 months later to a 6-month house-sitting gig where I definitely can't have a pet. So we're looking at nearly a year before this could happen.

Egads.

I want a cat.

Posted by Sarah at 5:04 PM | Permalink

Yes that is the first tomato from my garden. It was awesome. There are so, so, so many more on the vines to come. In addition to about 3290432 more lbs of zucchini that are coolin' in my fridge and more green beans than I can eat and so much more.

My garden is by far one of the best things in my life these days.

Posted by Sarah at 1:30 PM | Permalink

Physical theories as women: this is so apt.

3. Quantum mechanics is the girl you meet at the poetry reading. Everyone thinks she's really interesting and people you don't know are obsessed about her. You go out. It turns out that she's pretty complicated and has some issues. Later, after you've broken up, you wonder if her aura of mystery is actually just confusion.

4. General relativity is your high-school girlfriend all grown up. Man, she is amazing. You sort of regret not keeping in touch. She hates quantum mechanics for obscure reasons.

(via kottke)

Posted by Sarah at 1:09 PM | Permalink

Geez, have I killed this thing, or what?

It's not that there's nothing to say, it's that there's no real time in which to say it, or maybe no energy with which to write it down. I'm not sure.

Posted by Sarah at 3:06 PM | Permalink

Also: my first HARVEST!

Posted by Sarah at 4:40 PM | Permalink