Transformations ‘r’ us

It’s been a while since I last blogged – almost two weeks – but I’ve been busy trying to find a modicum of balance in my bursting household. And among the restless denizens thereof.

I decided that if indeed Pokey was going to be with me perhaps forever, I would need to start integrating him into the rest of the house. I simply can’t imagine going another 7-8 years of his life with him shut off in my bedroom. (I’m going to keep trying to find him a home, but I have to be realistic.) So I thought I’d see what happened if I left the door open a crack to the rest of the house. Claude, who’d been enjoying the swanky digs of my bedroom while Pokey was enjoying his vacation in San Francisco, barged right in on him, and the results were not pretty. A MAJOR howling fight, with Pokey getting the worst of it: a claw stuck in his nose, right between his eyes, like a tiny unicorn horn.

Okay, that was another failed experiment. Door is closed again, and Pokey is now being let out in small bits, separated from my own felines by a collapsing gate. Live and learn.

My small joy right now is the transformation of Mickey. It’s subtle but substantial. He was so sick with parasites when I trapped him two months ago that his eyes showed pain and illness. And now look at today’s photo. His fur is lush, his eyes clear, his purr ever-ready. Such a beautiful boy.

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I am starting the full court press to get him adopted, so that I don’t have to worry about him during Christmas week, which is chaotic around this house already. If you know of someone who wants a loving, gorgeous, sweet little guy, please let me know!

Feeling a lot of gratitude for what I’m coming to believe is a new gift in recent years: learning how to tend these neglected roses so that they bloom anew.

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