Entries in marley (4)

Thursday
10Jul2008

i can iz has your soul?

a week ago today i found this kitten. it was the morning of the new moon, very early morning, that i woke up to hear a kitten screaming. in the throes of mid-night stupor i convinced myself that i was dreaming and/or hallucinating (the dark and i have a very volatile relationship). i eventually fell back to sleep.
around 9 a.m. the dogs and i are laying in bed and i hear the kitten screaming again. i get out of bed, put my clogs on and meander outside to see if i can tell where all this squalling is coming from.
i decide it is coming from beneath the semi-trailer that is parked next door to our house at the fireworks' stand. sure enough, as i make my way in that directions (in my pajamas) i see that there is a tiny black kitten sitting, screaming under the trailer. as i come up on it, the little creature hissed and darted into an outside corner of the building. i am able to scoop the mess up.
and believe me-- mess. this tiny monster has consumed my life with mess. when i found him he was wet from the nights storm, covered in cocklebur's, and stinking from diarrhea. i wrapped it in a towel and called josh.
i started the conversation with, "i found something." my husband is a smart man, and from those three words he pretty much knew the direction this conversation was taking. i told him the story, and we concluded that we would try to get it to eat. still wrapped in its towel, the kitten and i made our way around town, gathering the needed items for it's basic care-- food, kitten milk, litter, and a litter box. i set up kitty-kamp in the bathroom, away from the dogs.
i then changed my clothes, went to work, and scoured the internet for abandoned-kitten care sites. thank goodness for the internet. i was able to find a plethora of important information, which then led me to the vet after work that day. if abandoned kittens are experiencing diarrhea, the sites made clear, you should take them to the vet for a once over. at the vet i learned the kitten had a case of the 'bad-poops,' was malnourished (weighing approx. 1.1lbs), was maybe 6 weeks old, and was male. the vet:

  • wormed the kitten
  • prescribed me antibiotic
  • prescribed something for it's intestines
  • charged me nearly $50
  • said we'd need a check-up
  • gave me 6 free cans of food
i formed an intense kitty-care routine. which i will spare you. lets just say, i have been elbow deep in poopies, baths, scratches, food, and snuggles for seven days. today, on this one week marker, i feel insane. this is a very hard role to fill. i can see minute improvements, but things are still sooooo hard. my compassion is faltering on resentment as i endure the scratches during bath times, which happen frequently because of the kitten's bowel trouble/complications.
i am trying to see the grace, feel the grace, to pursue this. i wrote a letter to the big Mama, telling her that i am lost and hurting and need love to experience this. and clever Gal she is, the levels of grace i am feeling ARE magnifying, in the smallest most precious ways-- a call from a friend, the ability to write about it, and the acknowledgment that this is a lot, and this is enough. i feel it imperative to take better care of myself tonight. sort of regroup. tonight i will bathe not only the kitten's wounds, by also my own. and perhaps more grace will blossom around them. there is a check-up tomorrow, and we'll go from there.

Friday
07Dec2007

In loving memory:

Marley Todd Bishop,
born unknown, black, male, cat.
June 12, 2007.
Given up to aluminum,
barred cage.
Adopted by me,
Maggie Ann Bishop.
Loved by us,
The Bishops + Delilah.
Fell to the forever sleep,
12/07/2007.
Entered our hearts,
and will remain there forever.
I love you bubby.

Monday
03Dec2007

In sickness:

i've had this feeling,
since i've known you,
that you are a special one.
you came into my life by
picking me.
i didn't pick you darling.
walking into that small,
dank, pet store.
kneeling down at that metal cage.
and there you all were
fighting fighting
biding for my attention please.
look at me, mouth whining.
purring, small little feets
through aluminum bars grabbing.
you don't belong in a cage.
you don't belong in a cage.
you don't belong in a cage.
and then i saw you. so small
a dark little prince in the back.
you looked into my eyes.
open your mouth to say--
i don't belong in a cage.
i don't belong in a cage.
i don't belong in a cage.
i belong on your lap.
where you sit now.
and its hard for me,
to have you sit on my lap.
to know your love, and
to know my love for you.
because darling, as i've feared,
from those first moments
you decided food wasn't for you.
months ago, when your first fast began.
you are a special one,
perhaps life was not meant for you.
in this fallen world i fear,
you little body is failing.
i fear that you may teach me more
in your passing than i could ever have known
by your living.
but, NO! my mind screams.
my heart aches.
i don't want that.
i don't want that.
i don't want that.
my darling black prince.
my loverboy.
my sweetest one.
i want your life to be long.
i want to see you grow.
i want your small little feets
to alway be around to knead
my lap as you nest.

Friday
09Nov2007

Da' Kidz:

We're on our way outta town for the weekend.

Some family time, some friends time, a party, and Target.

I leave you with an adorable picture of my munchies.

And the promise of a kick ass story, from our night at the bar last night... Where I drank too much (but that's not what the story is about ;)