Poetry “Hard Sell”
A final thought, in magnetic poetry:
eyes of grass and moonlight
you are the universe in one tiny measure
how is it none will take you home
A final thought, in magnetic poetry:
I’m on my way. I’m praying that I can sleep on the 15 and a half hour flight. My first antipodean day is likely to be somewhat difficult otherwise. They start boarding in a little over an hour. It will be nice to get away from my unpaid slave labor for a couple of weeks…
I haven’t done a waiting list update for a bit. It doesn’t make much difference at the moment, I guess, though no one has bothered to call me regarding the latest blood work results. Liver: 421 Liver Status 7 (Inactive): 45 Liver MELD / PELD <10: 241 Liver MELD / PELD 11-18: 118 Liver MELD…
No, Slipper, the lease specifically prohibits me subletting. The thought occurred to me that I could still try to do that on the sly, but with my luck whoever I got to sublet would cause problems and I’d get caught. Even if they didnt cause problems, Migraine Man and Yorkie Lady are really nosey –…
Yesterday I thought that I was reconciled to the fact that I was going to have to wait for Dr. Liver to get back to me regarding my MELD score. Yeasterday I really believed I was prepared to be patient, and wait for The Powers That Be look at my files and figure out what’s…
The world is burning. Mother Nature turns arsonist. Matches become weapons. Touch the button, a bomb explodes. The timer hits zero, shrapnel flies. Depress the key and the inflammatory cocktail whizzes along an electronic pathway to detonate at its assigned address. Forget to set the parking brake and the car becomes a missile, its targets…
Perhaps a parable about cats??
🙂
I was once the animal warden of this tiny village. In one month I trapped 90 feral cats living in one colony. I, too, knew it meant doom for those cats and I hated to do it. The flip side was, most of them were showing signs of URI, they were all underweight, and they were making a terrible mess of the neighborhood. I looked at the risk to "owned" cats in the neighborhood (there are no leash laws for cats in this county), the fact that these cats were using peoples gardens for their litterboxes and decided it was the absolute best thing I could do. I still felt horrible about it. *sigh*. I am sure that colony originated from someone who didn’t have their cat spayed. Makes you want to hurt people, doesn’t it?
I had to look up the word feral… It’s much easier for everyone else to resist the darling kitty…when they know, as we knew, you’d take care of it.
Good luck finding her a home!
~QE
I look forward to the fable – if you don’t put it into your diary, pls let me know where I may be able to read it.
Thank you for your comments.
The supposed NO quotes to were lame. And I wonder if Goethe’s has been translated poorly?
Darling wee Dekyi. Beautiful poem *smile*
thub
Shame on Sharon for dumping you like that!
I’m smiling wide and I’m keeping my lips sealed because the "I knew it" is trying to find a way out. Seriously though, I didn’t know it, I was worried. Hoped that you might keep her or keep her until you find her a new home, but wasn’t sure because you never mentioned the possibility. Good for dear little Dekyi.
i run into my building so that i don’t hear it if one of the 2 dogs roaming the streets by itself every evening gets hit by a car. the street in front of my apartment building is non-stop traffic. people will never learn that:
1. you always supervise your pet(s) when they are outdoors
2. use a lead when walking your dog, keeps them alive longer.
i’m still holding out hope someone here will take the kitten.