“Oh, good grief, Sir Guy, I think my insides have been turned out,” Ladywriter groaned as she fell back against the pillows, gingerly stroking her tummy.
“Ahhhh, and not in a good way, I fear,” the Dark Knight murmured. He raised one quizzical brow and proceeded to prop his glossy black boots on the bed railing as he leaned back in the chair, arms characteristically folded across his broad chest.
“When is it ever?” LW groaned. She’d woken up in the wee hours hungry after missing a couple of meals the day before, and now had paid the price for that peanut butter and banana sandwich, followed by a fun size Twix bar. So much for fun.
It had tasted good at the time . . . cursed Irritable Bowel Syndrome!
“Well . . . I have been known to do unusual things to ladies’ insides,” Sir Guy drawled, that devilish gleam in his kohl-rimmed blue eyes teasing her.
A gimlet-eyed Ladywriter snorted and threw a pillow at him, which he nimbly caught and then tossed aside. His eyes softened and, setting his boots on the carpet, he leaned forward to take LW’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
“Forgive me, dearest LW. I cannot resist being playful with my favorite queen of her own alternate universe . . . truly, shall I bring you something to give you comfort?”
“A Coke on ice–lots of ice. And–we could just sit and talk for a while . . . it’s been a difficult week, Sir Guy.” LW gave a little sigh and smiled up into those beautiful azure eyes. “I’ve missed you, my favorite hot velveteen henchman.”
He returned her smile, and she did feel a curious sensation–butterflies in her stomach?–that was a definite improvement on her earlier condition.
Oh, the effect you do have on us, my beautiful Gisborne.
“Of course you’ve missed me, and I, you.” Sir Guy pressed a kiss to the palm and then the back of her hand. “I am forever yours.”
And forever, Friday will be—Guyday in the kingdom of Lady Writer.
It’s Guyday Friday!!
I encourage you to take the time to read. This is a message shared by my fellow Humane Society member who has been working hard with our Trap-Neuter-Release program for feral cats along with other needs out in our county. This both breaks my heart and gives me hope. The fact there are still good hearts and souls like my friend A and dear Miss G makes me feel better about humankind. I heard another tale yesterday that spoke of greed and abuse and neglect, so I truly needed to re-read A’s message. No, still no sightings of Jack, but our little “pig dog” Buddy is helping bring smiles. God bless you all.
At H’s request I checked on an elderly lady with a cat
problem who asked for the Humane Society’s help, and found that 91-year old
Miss G had 5 or 6 cats living in her yard that needed “fixing.” She was
feeding and petting them, says they’re her only companions and she loves having
She doesn’t have much money, so she was feeding them cheap white bread
(large loaves at day-old bread store are only 25 cents & 50 cents) with a
little canned dog food sprinkled on top. K sent her a case of canned cat
food which was VERY much appreciated.
Her closest neighbor is nearly a mile away.
She lives on her Social Security check, and has no air
conditioning and very sparse furniture. I was afraid she had an outhouse when I
first visited her, but she does have a tiny primitive bathroom in a closet off
She has a pace-maker and is due for a replacement, but otherwise
seems to make do okay on her own. She sweeps her yard and porch, cooks her
meals, goes to the doctor & grocery store in Greenville. She has a shabby
old car and drives herself to town.
She’s never been married, so has no children
or grandchildren to help her. Her widowed “younger” sister (in her 80s) lives
several miles away and they check up on each other. Miss G is obviously a
“survivor” little old lady. When you don’t have much, and don’t have anybody to
help, you make do with what you’ve got.
The mama cats (who Miss G
calls her children) have presented her with 19 kittens.
I’ve caught 4 of the adult cats and had them spayed at the Alliance Clinic this week. One was
already pregnant again and would have presented Miss G with more kittens in
another month or so. I’ve set traps to catch the other cats before turning the
spayed ones back out.
Miss G wants to keep her adult cats and says
she’ll pay $10-$20 a month out of her Social Security check until she pays for
all the cats’ spaying. She says “I always pay my debts, I don’t want to owe
anybody money when I die.” But she definitely can’t afford to keep — and feed
— 19 kittens.
I’ve picked up all the kittens and given them flea baths
and worming. They’re on antibiotics to clear up health problems; a few have
runny eyes that are already clearing up after just a few days of Clavamox. I’m
bottle-feeding the tiniest litter of 5; the young mama cat abandoned them under
Miss G’s house, where they mewed and mewed (as they starved) for two days
… which upset Miss G terribly.
She was crying when I got to her house
that morning. So, Sunday morning I crawled up under the G house with a
flashlight and pillowcase and got the kittens. Three kittens were huddled up
together and still crying; two were 30 feet away, cold and silent, but still
breathing. I got them home, warmed up, cleaned and fed them, and **amazingly**
all are alive and taking the bottle now. Dadgum tough little babies. They
shouldn’t have been born, but they’re here, and we weren’t going to let them
give poor Miss G a heart attack.
Almost ALL the kittens are yellow
tabbies. Some are darker orange; some are soft buttery yellow. Darling little
tiger cats. The older ones (6-8 weeks old) are cute and lively; the
bottle-feeding ones look terrible but they’ll look a lot better in another week
or so! I’ll take more and better photos as soon as I can, and send them to
H’s mailing list (Bubba, if you’re reading emails while on your trip, this
is the Godwin cats update).
The kittens are here in my house, all 19 of
them. I don’t have any outside cat cages or pens where they can stay and romp
and play; these babies are ALL right inside the house with me and Robert. I have
three cat cages set up by my dining room table. The babies need more room to run
around, but I just can’t let that many kittens loose in the yard when I already
have 25 adult cats and three dogs. And I sure can’t let them loose in the house;
we’d be stepping on kittens EVERYWHERE.
We REALLY need to find places for
some of these kittens to board/foster at other homes. If you — or anyone you
know — could take 3 or 4 kittens each, so that we space them out between
several homes, it would be a BIG help.
I’m putting their photos with an
adoption notice on the Clay Hill Clinic bulletin board, and on PetFinder and
Adopt-a-Pet. We’ll do the “Summer Kittens Sale” adoption of $25, like we did
last year, so that HOPEFULLY we can get all these kittens adopted. That adoption
fee will include flea/worm/etc. treatment so far, and spay/neuter; rabies
vaccinations will be up to their new owners. (Kandys, the new jugs of “De Flea”
shampoo are on the way to us by UPS and should arrive in a few days.)
*I feel compelled to add at the rate at which we are spending to get animals spayed and neutered and to take care of their feeding and medical needs, our humane society which operates our no-kill shelter is spending more than it is taking in. We could be broke in a couple of months and are looking at all avenues to save without shortchanging the animals. If anyone out there knows of good grants that help with day-to-day operating expenses and not just capital projects, please let me know. Or great fund-raising ideas or ANYTHING that could help, outside of the proverbial rich uncle dying and leaving us a small fortune*
“Hi, I’m Buddy and I wish you could see my cute perky spotted ears, but oh well–you CAN see my happy sunny smile! The Blonde Lady and Tall Man have said I can stay with them in a fur-ever home. Makes me want to jump for joy. Oh, I do that anyway . . .”