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Emily update…

The vet called today and said all the tests came back fine.  He asked how she was doing and I said, “It’s a nightmare.  I spend my time crawling around on the rugs, or trying to catch her.  We are both exhausted and frustrated.  She’s terrified when she sees me.”  He laughed, and said, “You’re not alone.”  I was considering death by falling off my roof, if I could get out of one of the windows, and he was laughing.  Then he asked how she was doing.  I told him she was fine, EXCEPT FOR BEING TORTURED BY THE PILL THING. I told him she probably didn’t even get more than five pills.  He said…yes, he really said this, “Don’t give her anymore.  Just stop the pills, but save them in case we need them at a later date.”  I said, “Just stop them?”  He said, “Yes.”  I didn’t ask how she could just stop them and be okay but, as the really old saying goes, never look a gift horse in the mouth.  What that means I’m not sure but I think it means, say than you and run.  So, that’s what I did.

With those few words, “stop giving them to her, the sun came out in my heart.  It was that easy, and then I was glad I couldn’t get the window open so I wasn’t on the roof when he called..

Emily still runs away from me but I think with time, she’ll be okay.  So for now, the nightmare of the pills, is over.




Emily…story below.

I locked her in the bathroom, so I could give her the antibiotic.  She went mad and started pulling her fur out of her hip.  So, I let her out and now she hides day and night and isn’t getting her medicine.  I’ve gone from depressed to despair.  She is terrified when she sees me.  I caught her once today, but found one of the two pills, a very tiny one, on the stair.  She she didn’t get that.  She’s supposed to be getting the antibiotic 2X a day, but if she gets it once, it’s a miracle.  Yesterday not at all.

We are both exhausted.  I feel like getting rid of all my furniture, or putting it in the middle of each room, so she can’t hide.  Either that or put her in the vet for a week, which I don’t want to do, at all.

We re both going insane.  So many places I can’t reach her and she just sits there and looks at me, as if I’m trying to kill her, instead of save her life.  The surgery went perfectly, the medication, not so much.

I’ve been thinking of running away…a lot.  LOL  Like a five year old.  Pack up my fuzzy rabbit and just hitting the road.  Leaving Emily to live with someone who is better at doing what has to be done.  I am not the Cat Goddess Bastet.  Emily does not worship at my paws.  She fears me and the tiny pills I have between my fingers that take two seconds to give her, but it takes all day and night to get them in her mouth, IF, I’m lucky.

I don’t know what’s going on.  People talk to me but I don’t listen, all I can think of is how many more hours will I have to look for her, and will I ever be able to give her the medicine.  She needs the medication because of a complication, not because of the actual surgery.  This should have been over, but it’s not.  It may never be over.  When I die, I think I’ll be in charge of catching cats, wherever I end up, and there will be bookcases where they can hide and couches they can crawl behind.  And that will be my personal hell, for trying to keep her alive and healthy.

My German Shepard, just stood there and let me drop the meds into his open mouth.  He was a good dog.  I miss him.  Although he was afraid of one of our cats, and I don’t blame him.  Everyone was afraid of Gota.  Everyone.


Emily was playing, and heard a noise. She tears the feathers out of all her toys and I find them all over the house.


New frame for an old picture of Emmie.

It’s all a game of cat and mouse…

Emmie and one of her mice.




EMILY rolling around on the patio…

Okay, so…Emily and the tail.

Last night I went out to feed Emily and saw a tail coming out from under her tarp.  It wasn’t her’s.  It was a possum’s tail.  I shooed the possum away but Em was gone.  So, I immediately went to code RED.  Was she hurt?  How long was the possum eating her nighttime meals? Was that why she was out in the rain waiting for me by the door the other night?

Now, it’s very late and I’m outside calling her and looking for her.  The batteries on my tiny flashlight are dying.  I finally went back inside the house and waited for about fifteen minutes then went out again.  I called her, for awhile, and she finally came to me.

I started petting her, to see if she was hurt, or bleeding.  Argggg!  So we talked for awhile and she let me keep petting her.  Then I went in and got her late-night dinner.  I stood over her while she ate, which is what I normally do, but she wasn’t coming out because it has been too cold.

I found a raccoon in there once, as well.  Freaks me out when they are so close to her.  Her nest is big.  There’s a two room dog house under the heavy tarps, with heated beds.  Three other beds are scattered around under there, and her cat scratcher is there as well.  She can walk around and play, sleep in multiple beds and stay warm and dry.  There’s also an emergency shelter under my potting table, which is wrapped in a heavy boat tarp as well.  There’s a nice soft bed under there (off the ground) in a sturdy cardboard box.  Also dry, but no electric bed.  She has a heated water dish as well.

The electric beds are body activated.  If she’s not it, it turns off.  The heat starts a few minutes after she lays down.

I was petting her this morning and she’s fine.  I like possums and raccoons.  I used to feed them, but then it got to be a LOT of animals and skunks, as well.  So I had to stop doing it.  I don’t want them around her house.  Neither does she.  So, I’ll sweep and clean, the best I can today.

The tarps are really heavy, brown on one side and silver on the other, and they’re huge. I have absolutely no sense of how many feet anything is, so I bought gigantic, and it’s hard to do much with them when it’s cold.  When I put new ones on, or clean the old ones, they cover the entire gigantic patio  I can barely fold them. LOL  They looked a lot smaller folded up when I bought them.  Hahahahaha

I buy a new one every year and put the old ones on top of that one, so the wind and snow can’t get her.

The wind was clocked at 52 mph yesterday.  I don’t know where one of my flags went, but it’s gone.  Chairs were tossed around and so were a lot of other things, but her house was fine.  I have it bungie corded to heavy things and held down with a million rocks.  It looks terrible but it works.

Anyway, her house is possum free for now and I’m tired.  Street cats only have a life span of 2 to 5 years and she’s been in my yard for 9, so something is working.  She will NOT COME IN MY HOUSE.  After nine years of trying to get her inside, I’m giving up.  I read something that said some cats can’t do it and to leave them alone.  She’ll come in and sit inside and look out the open door for a few minutes, if I’m not in the same room, but she won’t stay in.

My cat’s okay, the sun’s out, the possum’s gone, and all is well with the world…for the moment.  And moments, seem to be all we ever really have.

Emmie out sunning herself yesterday afternoon…that’s still snow on the lower left.

Two pictures of Emily telling me that she’s hungry…

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