Quickie... (Part 2)

I'd like to put it out there (and NO, this is not an open invitation to start flinging animals my way) that I'm down to 20 of my own + a foster dog. Nick finally took his hedgehog the other day, my last mouse died, and I did something I've never done before: I sent an animal away that I'd planned to keep. Fostering is one thing... I've done that a few times. But when I have plans to keep an animal I will usually keep them no matter what. If there are issues I'll train them or work around it somehow. But that just didn't happen this time and I can't say that I didn't try.

We have a kitten named Midna and she's a good girl. I went to my mom's and picked up one of her cats, Twilight, to keep Midna company (Midna was SO playful that she was driving me nuts!) Twilight had been outside all of her life, although she was only 5 or 6 weeks old - the same age as Midna. Well, this cat had litter box issues from the start. We cleaned the box every day and that didn't work. So I bought another one and that didn't work. So I confined her and I just felt bad about it. But it didn't work either. Not only that, but she wouldn't stay off the table or counters and she never cleaned her butt. She smelled TERRIBLE.

After the last few months of her peeing in my shoes, any available Wal-Mart bag, Shadow's bed, the floor, and the carpet, she finally peed on the love seat that I'd just steam cleaned. And that was the last straw. I really think that that cat might have been mentally stunted because she just made no progress in all the time she was here. I have a spray bottle that I squirt them with to keep them off the table and counters and Midna just won't go up there anymore. But Twilight would no matter what. I just really think she would be more suited to live outdoors and she can't do that here. I live too close to the road. So I sent her back to my mother's house. Shadow and Midna are taking it pretty well, (Midna seems happy, even), but I feel guilty. I've never just given up on an animal like that. Not even when Emma ripped up my floor and I was furious over that.

Well, Midna just jumped up in my lap and smells surprisingly sweet. I want to lick her, but I won't. I might try to find out what she's been into, though. I might be up for rolling around in it, too. 😛 Laters.

hitting hard times :(

So I've done the unthinkable: re-homed a few of my pets. The last ferret I took in has gone to stay with my step-sister. He seems happier there. He lived alone before he came to me and I don't think living with Static and Stella was his cup of tea. So now he has free run of the house quite often and it seems to be working out for everyone. Honey and Milkshake now live with a dear friend. I just never got as attached to them as I did Hairy and Minuit. I think it was too soon... I was trying to help Minuit out by getting her a housemate, but then she died leaving the new rat alone so I ended up buying a newer rat to keep the new rat company. If I'd known Minuit was gonna die anyway I wouldn't have bought the first one to begin with. So that was just a thing I did that didn't work out as I'd hoped...

Anyway, I also sent my gliders to live elsewhere. There was some weirdness going on with them that I could just no longer deal with. A rat, a mouse, the last hermit crab, and the hamster have died. The last time I tried to post a memorial PhotoBucket was being a dick and I never came back to it. I guess I have some catching up to do.

I still have more of a houseful than I need, but I have a hard time parting ways with my kids. Speaking of fur kids something is wrong with Scooter and I hope, Hope, HOPE it works itself out SOON because I certainly do not have the money to take him to the vet. He's had diarrhea and been vomiting for like a week and I've done everything I know of to fix him. I haven't switched foods on him, I've given him dewormer (just in case), I've made sure there's nothing un-foody around that he could be getting into. I just don't know what else could be going on. I treated them all for fleas with CHEMICALS! - which I'm normally opposed to doing, but nothing else is working. The fleas are MONSTEROUS this year. 😟 I wonder if that could have jacked him up.

Speaking of diarrhea - Scooter's just been going where ever he goes. For the most part he's done pretty well considering that there's no one home to let him out mid-day anymore, but now that he's sick all bets are off. And he likes to do his business in the big room where the floor is concrete or cement or whatever. Which you know - is porous. It's like trying to mop up wet poo from a sidewalk or something - it just doesn't work. So my house smells like sickly shit right now and it pretty much grosses me out. I actually feel a little nauseated because of it. But I have not found a way to get it completely up - most of what I do seems to just... rub it in. Mayhaps that's something I can work on in a bit. Suggestions?

Rest In Peace, Spazz

Well, little buddy, I hear that you were already old when you came to me. All I can say is that I hope you enjoyed your stay, however short it was. I liked you - I liked how when anyone came near you, you'd jump straight up and then run away - tail crooked as could be. You were cute. You had personality. I'm going to miss sitting up late, watching you run, holding your tail funny. Much love, little one.