Flush

Ziva was extraordinarily good the whole evening and night. She lay with her brood, let them nurse – for an unusually long time, then withdrew to the cat carrier to sleep. Lizzy and a twin followed her.

I remember an incident, when I was quite young – could be anytime from 3-10, I’m not sure now – where I nagged my mum to change her mind from ‘no’ to ‘yes’ on something. And while this was happening, another line of thinking was going on in my head, like the ‘Second Thoughts’ Tiffany Aching’s character describes. These ‘second thoughts’ were saying ‘If she gives in, it means she doesn’t care to do the right thing’. And my mum did give in, and I remember feeling let down, betrayed. This wasn’t deliberate manipulation – I wasn’t consciously pushing my mum to see if she still cares; I couldn’t help myself. The actions were almost instinctive, yet there was a line of thought mature beyond my years at that time. I sometimes wonder if this is what’s happening with Ziva – that she pushes me to see what will make me throw her away. Not deliberate manipulation, mere instinctive picking at a scab. To see if it will hurt / bleed again. This is why I need the twins to find a home really, really soon! With four kittens trying my patience with their capers, I don’t have enough left for Ziva. And she hasn’t fully outgrown kittenhood herself, yet! Oh, she may be fully-grown – but she is still very young.

Mewthos and the other twin spent the early night zooming around the room like pinballs! And the twin had one of my socks! He ran with it, Mewthos in hot pursuit. I have no clue where that sock is now – I looked for it this morning. Nothing.

I did get a good nights undisturbed sleep, though. This morning I’m feeling quite chipper – almost normal. Not completely, just almost.

Back at home the inevitable happened: Mewthos fell into the toilet! I only heard the splash and saw a wet and bedraggled Mewthos slinking out of the bathroom. I dried him off and he’s all chipper and playing again – but that was funny! The past few days he’s been extremely curious about the toilet – whenever I go, he wants to jump on the seat … with me! Yeah, not cool! He’s jumped on the closed lid numerous times, even on the seat on occasion – when I didn’t close it fast enough. I figured that sooner or later he’d miscalculate, so I’ve left the lid open while I’m at home, at least I can rescue fast, should that be needed. It wasn’t.

I fed the Mip Mips when I got home, and again two hours later – to my dismay I realized I had let the kibble dispenser go almost empty, so I filled that immediately after they’d finished eating. Now they are zooming around like pinballs. Well, the more zooming around they do now, the less they’ll do when I want to sleep.