The Intergalactic Cowboy

Sorry for the lack of diary entries recently. I have been busy playing with my kitten.
After five months of recuperation, D has been told that her third broken bone has healed enough for her to begin putting weight on that leg again ! She can now relearn how to walk and eventually go back home. We have all been waiting for this positive sign. D now has a new roomate, Mrs. M., who is an entertaining conversationalist. The nursing home resident with the schizophrenia problem has now left the nursing home. Her daughter came and took her to the daughter’s house. The patient refused to leave her daughter’s car for two hours, but finally agreed to go into the house. I wish her a full recovery. There is another resident of the nursing home who is suffering delusions of a more normal senile dementia type. She has forgotten that she is a resident there and wheels around in her wheelchair asking people how she can get home. She insists that she doesn’t live in the nursing home. Poor thing !
Let me get back to positivity… In my sitting this morning, I encountered a new energy that felt like the energy of a Guitar Craft course. My guess is that this energy is coming from the performance team that will begin their tour in a few days. Godspeed to you all !
This afternoon, at 2:30 pm, I let my hyperactive kitten outside to enjoy the great outdoors. I looked out the door for her at 2:50 pm and saw her among the camellias, walking with her mother ! This was the first sighting of the mother cat in several weeks. I brought a bowl of catfood outside and called the cat. The kitten came running and the mother cat disappeared to the back left corner of the lot. The mother looked like she had not had a decent meal in weeks… Her coat was quite dull. It was too muddy for me to go back there so I left the bowl of food on a tree stump in hopes of the mother eating it and becoming closer to me. I hope that this strategy works !
With positivity,
I.C.

Actually this is just one furry animal. You can go to RHVL’s diary and see another. My life has been overjoyed by the presence of this adorable little friend. She continues to be the most cooperative kitten that has ever lived. Her mother has not made another appearance, although I haven’t given up hope on making friends with her.
With affection,
I.C.

Last night, I was hurriedly getting dressed and smashed my toe into one of the legs of my bed. Although I often get away with little punishment for inattention, this event has spurred a rather painful, swollen and bruised repurcussion. I hope that it isn’t broken. I do not want to pay a doctor to treat this injury. Live and learn.
Otherwise, the past few days have been a period of regular practice, eldercare and animal husbandry; all of which have been cheerful endeavors. I have a new student who is a forty year old, male, beginner guitarist, who wants to learn gospel music and acoustic rock. I have given care and attention to both D and my Mom on an almost daily basis. Suvy has continued to be a joy and amusement in both my life and my Mom’s life. Mom, for the first time in her life, allows this kitten to sleep with her. One morning Mom woke up to find Suvy resting her head on a pillow, just like a little person might. This chilly morning, she found that Suvy had pulled the covers up to her chin to keep warm.
What a character !
I.C.
p.s. CNBC was broadcasting from Caffe Laddro in Seattle this afternoon. I was looking for C.G. in the background but did not see him. The cafe was a lot more modern looking than I had pictured it. I had always pictured it as a sort of funky, dusty looking place.There seem to be a few desktop computers available for the customers to use. When the camera panned across the street, I was looking for the man who constructs rock sculptures. What fun !

Despite the distraction of my new kitten, I have managed to continue the practices that I normally engage in. My sittings and guitar practices have been regular. This kitten, Suvy, is the most cooperative kitten that I have ever seen. She let the vet give her a shot as well as swallow a pill that he gave her. She really seems to want to be a good kitten. The recognition of this good behavior causes my mom and I to be tolerant of her occasional mischieviousness. As soon as we have a sunny day here in Thomaston, I will take some photos of her and post one onto this diary. I have not seen the mother cat again and she has not eaten any of the food that I have left out for her. I hope to have a relationship with her eventually.
Continuing,
I.C.

Saturday afternoon, my mom and I went to Walmart to purchase some cat supplies. She seemed committed to keeping the kitten as a pet. When we returned, the kitten greeted us and stayed inside with us for a while. It was time for me to do some yardwork and I brought the kitten “Suvy” with me. She, of course immediately ran underneath my car and crawled into my engine compartment. I raised the hood and asked her to get out of there. She then ran to the back left corner of the property as I had seen her do before. I decided to follow her and see exactly where she went and what she did. She ran into a thicket at the corner of the property. As I approached, what should be standing there but an adult cat with long, grey hair, just like Suvy’s. ” Are you Suvy’s mother ?” I asked. No response from the adult, grey, malnourished cat. “Are you Suvy’s mother ?” The cat ran into the thicket that Suvy had just run into. I turned around and let them visit with each other.
It then occurred to me that Suvy and her mother might be actually owned by my neighbor whose property is cattycornered to ours. And here, my mom had just spent about a hundred dollars on a litter box, cat litter, travel carrier, cat toys and cat food, both wet and dry… I went inside and told her of the predicament that we might be in. Making the situation even more uncomfortable was the fact that we both had forgotten the name of the neighbor who lives near that corner. My mom called the sister in law of the neighbor and got they’re phone number. I called and re-introduced myself and told them that a grey cat had been staying with us and asked if he owned a grey cat. My heart sank as he told me that he did own a grey cat… “Does your grey cat have a kitten ?” I asked. No, he told me ! His grey cat was short haired and was medically unable to have kittens ! We determined that neither of these grey cats were his and that I could keep both of them if I wanted to ! Hooray !
When I came home from dinner Saturday, Suvy did not walk up out of the darkness as I had hoped. My mom was anxiously awaiting her arrival and was quite disappointed that Suvy was not with me. I told Mom that Suvy was curled up asleep with her mother in the thicket, just like she had been since she was born and that Suvy would come back to enjoy the food that we had bought for her. Mom checked the back porch even as late as midnight in hopes of finding a kitten there.
The next morning Mom asked me if Suvy had returned and I had to tell her no. Mom went to dress for Sunday school with a downtrodden look on her face. At 8:30 a.m. I heard Suvy outside the kitchen door. I picked her up and took her into my mom’s room saying, ” I have someone who want to see you !” Mom was delighted. Suvy ate canned cat food and spent the morning outside while we went to church.
With relief,
I.C.

It was Thursday morning. My next door neighbor, Mrs. Britt, was out of town having surgery. I went over to take her dumpster to the street. The calm atmosphere was broken by the sounds of a cat in distress. Upon further investigation, the sound seemed to be coming from underneath an SUV in the driveway. There was not cat inside the vehicle.There was no cat on the ground, below the vehicle. The cries were coming from the reccesses, under the floorboard of the vehicle. The pavement was rough, so I went inside my mom’s house to put on some long sleeved clothes to protect my skin from the rough pavement. I crawled under the SUV and began probing the receses with my hand. Then a kitten’s head poked out from above the differential of the car. I let him smell of my hand and attempted to grab him. He then jumped down, demonstating that he was not stuck, only frightened. I introduced myself to him and petted him. He ran into the tall grass nearby.
That night, I came home from dinner and the kitten started crying from the tall grass. I sang, ” here kitty kitty kitty” and he walked out of the tall grass crying. I picked him up and took him inside to show him to my mom. She mixed some powdered milk with water and even opened up a can of canned chicken for him to eat. I then put him, the milk and the chicken outside, because my mom has never liked cats or dogs and I knew better than to even ask if he could stay inside. He drank and ate well and stayed outside Thursday night.
On Friday, he returned and I brought him in for my mom to pet. She, uncharacteristically, suggested that we should let him stay inside for fear that a larger animal might kill him. So, I bought some dry cat food and made a toy ball out of aluminum foil for him to bat around. We let him stay overnight in the kitchen and then let him out to play on Saturday morning. I got in my car to go to the health club. When I cranked the motor, I heard the sound of a cat crying. I stopped the motor and found no cat under the car. I then opened the hood and found the kitten under the hood of my car !!! Fortunately, the fan and the belts did not kill him… So, from now on, we will have to look under the hoods of our cars unless we know the cat is inside the house.
Close call,
I.C.