I just don’t know what to make of John McCain. I once liked and admired him (although I certainly didn’t agree with all his positions). Then he ran for president, and became this unrecognizable bitter, angry man, who was willing to sacrifice his principals in order to get elected. Which didn’t get him elected, and must have further embittered him.
Since then, every once in a while I see flashes of the man I once admired. I’m very sorry for his recent diagnosis.
From a model shoot I passed by on my way home from an opening at the Carter Burden Gallery. I really really need to buy a camera to replace mine (I dropped it and it is irreparably broken).
They only sit still for seconds at a time, and for the rest they are ping-ping-ping ricochet rabbiting all around the apartment, knocking over the fan, their water bowl, and the litterbox. It’s impossible to get a decent shot, especially with a phone camera. Or with this phone camera, I should say. They also take turns panting, which in this case is probably just from excitement. They were in a cage half the size of the one from the Nursery, and of course they were used to having the run of my apartment. They must be besides themselves being able to race around at will like they are now.
Their relationship with Bleecker seems fine, no regression. But I took Bleecker to get his nails trimmed just now. The kittens had their nails trimmed and I wanted to level the playing field.
I think it’s a given that I will not be getting any sleep tonight.
Update: Added another shot below.
This shot makes me happy because they are settling into favorite spots they’d selected before. Bali always loved to sit in that bowl on the shelf.
If only I had checked my voice mail a little earlier they would already be here. But I got the call that I could come pick them up yesterday, so I am just waiting anxiously for the ASPCA Adoption Center to open at 11am.
I will be back with pictures of their return. They grew so much in these two weeks. They’re not little kittens anymore. But as any pet owner can tell you, they will always be my babies.
Bleecker, when he was just a little kitten.
My kittens are not back, but I visited them on Sunday and saw on their medical chart that their diarrhea was worse than what I was told. It doesn’t make their absence any harder, but now I understand why they are being held, and I’m glad they are getting the right care (I wrote a thank you on their chart).
I’m hoping against hope that they’re okay now and that I’ll be taking them home today.
I was on jury duty yesterday, but was dismissed after one day only. Most of us were. But I used the waiting time in the jury room to get a good start on the source notes for my book.