a dead gift

I opened the door this morning and just about had a heart attack.

Heather has been feeding an outdoor cat for over a year. Heather named her Tiny Feet. We also feed her brother. I do tell her not to feed them so that they wont come back but she still does. We already have our own inside kitties so we don't need any more. They are here in the morning and leave during the day and back in the evening. That's when they know they get fed.

A couple of weeks ago Heather started giving her extra food. She claims that she was pregnant. How did she know? She will sometimes sit outside to talk and pet her. Why must I love an animal lover. My dad takes her side on this matter. She was gone for two days and when she was back her belly was smaller which can only mean that she had her baby, or babies.

We began to wonder where she had them. I'd notice that Heather would slow down once we hit our street to see if she would notice little ones in the area.

Yesterday when we came home from work, by the way Happy Mothers Day friends, we saw four little small kitties in our driveway. Heather was screaming with excitement we pulled in slowly and they scrammed. She was so excited to see that she had had four little ones. She went inside and fed the mommy. When she came back in the little ones came back to their mommy and she fed them.

This morning when I went to open the door I freaked. The dogs like to follow me to the door so I panicked and closed the door quickly. There was a squirrel on the porch. A dead one. I immediately texted Heather and told her I freakin had a heart attack. She called me to ask what happened and began laughing when I sent her the photo. I don't think its hilarious. It was a thank you gift from the cat. It was a way of saying thank you for feeding me and my babies. I didn't appreciate the gift. Heather always gives me a gift for mothers day from the fur babies as I do to her as well. I didn't literally want a gift from the fur baby living outside.

the gift

Needless to say I left it on the porch for my Heather.

Then when Heather got home from work she ended taking one of the four babies to the vet. She called to ask me. I couldn't tell her kind heart no. So she took the little one to the vet. The baby had a bloody nose that was causing him to not breath. The vet tended to it free of charge. The little one is back home but please there is a free kitty cat possibly three more if we can catch them too. 

two kitties

I think I would have cried hysterically had she brought me a dead rat.

Another normal crazy day in the neighborhood.    

mad at myself

Have you ever been so mad at yourself for something you did?

I am a procrastinator. Have been all my life. I put things to the last minute. Went down to the tax office to get out of the car to go inside see that the line went out the office door so walked right back out. Didn't have time to stand and wait needed to head over to my parent's house.

After finishing running errands with my dad went back to stand in line. I was the last person when the guy in front of me asked if I could hold his place in line. I don't know why I asked him what he needed to do when he said he had to go to the store next door. I said okay. As soon as I said okay and he walked off I had regreted saying it. The line was extremely long. But I was to blame for waiting to do it. I didn't see him come back so I just wondered if it was my turn and he just decided to wait too long to come back. Then I told myself that I waited in this line for thirty minutes already with the rest of the people waiting for their turn. The line still constantly moving and people had already been lining behind me. Remember I'd been waiting for thirty minutes when I was second to be called. Out of nowhere the guy came up to me to get in line. I was mad. I asked where and what did he do?  And why he was just now coming back. I questioned him as if he was an ignorant person. I was mad. I made him repeat himself three times before I understood him. He went to get a receipt. All I could think was if he had gone and sat down somewhere while I saved his spot standing in line. I was so mad. How was it that he came right in time to be called? I was so mad. I wanted to say I hope we never meet again. I was so mad.

I was mad at myself. I would have never told someone to save my spot, and here I was allowing someone to ask me and I let it happen. I was mad at myself for having my guard down to be nice. I was mad. I'm not nice and he took advantage of the fact that I would say yes. He never once thanked me. And as I write my madness down to tell you, I'm still mad at myself. I can tell myself that I won't let it happen again but it might. I'm not a nice person so he caught me off guard.

I am still mad at myself.

Petty if it be but what made him so special that he didn't have to stand in line?

I am still mad at myself.