Catastrophies

Last night I was danged near ready to strangle Mewthos! He continues to jump onto the counter by the sink, then climb onto the window sill to drink the brown water either from the grass-head or the Avocado I’m trying to grow. And last night, he pushed the glass off the sill into the sink smashing one of the glasses of my set! I was so angry! Poor Ziva came running to see why mommy is so upset, as did Lady Jane. Whereas Mewthos just looked at me and started playing with a toy on the floor, while I’m picking up the pieces. I also had had to throw away my dish cloth since some splinters landed on it.

In the middle of the night I must have rolled onto my back, because I had one of the worst nightmares. I dreamed that Lady Jane, in her typical happy enthusiasm comes running down the stairs, tries to jump onto the wall, overshoots and falls onto the cement below. Breaking her back. As I’m holding her poor broken body, she licks my face, trying to purr with a look that seems to say ‘I trust you, mommy. Mommy will fix.’ And I know there is no hope, I will have to have her put down. As I’m trying to think how best to get to a vet, since it’s Sunday, with tears streaming down my face … fortunately I wake up!

First thing on waking, I grab Lady Jane and cuddle her – much to her puzzlement.

That dream haunted me the whole rest of the day, it was so awful and so realistic. The realism came from an experience some ten years ago, when I found a baby monkey in the road, which had been torn by a dog. Driving this little baby to the vet, with it’s guts exposed, the little thing looked at me with those big eyes and held on to my finger. That was a heartbreaking experience, poor thing had to be put down. Of course, the most dangerous part of that experience was getting to the baby with the whole family in the bushes surrounding me!

As I’m trying to go back to sleep, Mewthos decides he needs a twirl. Since there are no garments available for his little habit, he grabs the one I’m wearing … and proceeds to try to twirl it off me!

Like I said, that dream haunted me the entire Sunday. Every time Lady Jane came around the corner on the stairs. Every time she jumped onto the wall. Needless to say, I did not have the best of days.