Emily doesn’t feel good. I’m going to have to catch her and take her to the vet tomorrow. She’s not eating normally and she’s just “off.” I’ve been taking to my cousin, who is an emergency vet tech, and she said to give her a day or two, so I did, but I’m taking her tomorrow.
So, last night, I went out and tried to get her to eat something but she was terrified by all the firecrackers and bottle rockets going off all around us. It was going on midnight and the kids were still having fun, but all the animals must have been going insane. The kids were right on the street, shooting them off and then they would move to a yard, so the sounds seemed to come from everywhere.
That’s not the worst part.
So, I’m trying to find her, under her tarp, or in her house and a raccoon looks right at me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A young raccoon, on very long legs that made him as tall as a dog, was walking right toward where Emily was hiding. I talked to the raccoon who backed away slightly, and went under Em’s tarp. Now it’s really late, dark and I’m pretty much hysterical that my cat doesn’t feel good and now she’s under there with a raccoon.
My flashlight was getting dim and I couldn’t see either one them, so I just sat down in a chair to wait it out. I kept talking to Em, trying to let her know that I was there but eventually I went back inside about 1:30 a.m.
I’m sure there will be fireworks again tonight. I don’t know how to get Em to eat and the air quality is so bad they are telling people with breathing problems/allergies to stay inside. It’s in the 90’s and there’s no wind at all. Now, I know what I just said. We long for the sun around here. We long for, and dream about, warm weather and summer days. We complain about the wind being 30 miles an hour. But is there no middle ground? The wind is ZERO, so the air isn’t moving at all, and it’s been that way for some time. It’s wonderful walking every morning and not fighting the wind, but now things are stagnant because there are CONSEQUENCES for everything. I’m sick about my cat, can’t think of anything else, and I just want to sleep for a week and wake up with things get back to some kind of normal, where everything is okay for a day or two and I can breath.
I don’t know where the raccoon went. I don’t know if s/he comes by here every night. I don’t know anything at all, and it’s making me crazy. Other than that, it’s more of the same. A killer virus, a mad president and unbreathable air.
Have a nice day.