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cabbitzilla) wrote2005-03-27 08:49 pm
cabbitzilla) wrote2005-03-27 08:49 pm
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There are days when I wonder why folks even bother to offer help.
Fortunately, I was rescued from Megan's rather warped view of help by Leah and her hubby and son. When you go to help someone, if they've got a crisis going, you pitch in and don't make faces and get pissy about it. I'm sorry, but that's the way a civilized, caring person does... much less someone who uses 'love'.
What's the crisis? Well, the reason I'm -here- is to house-sit and tend the nine cats in residence here. In all the confusion of the last couple days, the nose counts were coming up short. Fearing the worst, Mika-chan and I hunted about (she's a wonderful person, so warm and cuddly and pretty); of the nine, I had positive visual ID on seven of them. Hrm. Josh, Bart, Ruby, Paint, Jake, Lacey, and Grey were all inside where they belonged. Terrified of me and the massive clomping herd-of-friggin-elephants that I am on crutches, but here. Missing were Junior and Johann.... Johann's been known to slip out a door every now and again, but he's probably the -smartest- cat I've ever met, and not likely to go out on cold/damp days. Junior's not one that's -ever- been an outside cat, but since he's not a stupid one either I would've expected him to sniff the cold wet air and head for the warm sofa again.
Hrm. A puzzle.
The basement steps are... formidable. In short, there's no way I could get down there and still hope to manage returning to the main floor. Not on crutches. So I'd set my mind to ask the next 'helper' to come through to give me a hand with some cat herding. Next on the rotation was Megan, who knew I was going to need some help with the cats to start with. Knowing I'm laid up doesn't seem to have phased her much; she came over to watch some tv, feed the cats, and then give me attitude and martyred looks every time I asked her for help. The load of laundry I desperately needed done got left in the dryer, forcing me to figure out how to bat the basket from my room to the dryer, fill it, and then bat it back down the hallway. The bed I'd pleaded for her to put back together from my thrashing got left; I've got to figure out how to make the bed before I can sleep again.
Favorite quote? When she noted the state of the litter boxes, she looked at me and said "You'd better clean them soon." ... and then walked away. I looked down at the litter boxes, then further down at the brace on my leg and the two crutches and the bruises under my arms and the splitting skin on my hands and managed, somehow, to not respond with flung cat poo aimed at her head.
Rescue tonight came (again) in the form of my sister Leah... she messaged me a bit before 6pm that she was on her way over with fixings from the family Easter dinner, and I let out a sigh of relief. By that point Megan was doing her impression of a sack of oats sitting in a chair, and Crys was on the phone and worried (justly) about her babies. Leah's arrival managed to get a 'hello' out of Megan and nothing else. But Leah proved more willing to help with cat herding. Johann was located downstairs in the far corner, taking one more name off the MIA list. Junior was sighted outside... but he's not one to like strangers and he's NOT fond of me (I fell on him, once, and I don't think -any- cat would forgive me that), so when he was called he'd simply run.
Megan bowed out about this time, citing sewing she needed doing and that she couldn't 'sit here all night'. By this point I was so made at her that I could barely speak. I said g'bye and a safe drive and she left without any further contact. Leah got filled in on events, and was shaking her head in either disgust or amazement. Litter boxes got cleaned up a bit, the still inside cats herded to closable areas and water dishes moved into the confinement zones. Food was put outside the front and back doors. The garage door was opened about 4", and food put out there as well. Hopefully the rain that's started will shift him to the garage. Provided I can get to the door before he shoots out again, which given his love for me shouldn't be hard, I'll have the full rack of nine again.
I'm so very tired. Crys is worried about her missing baby. Kelly's probably ready to throttle me for ruining the vacation. And I sit here... wondering what's next.
Fortunately, I was rescued from Megan's rather warped view of help by Leah and her hubby and son. When you go to help someone, if they've got a crisis going, you pitch in and don't make faces and get pissy about it. I'm sorry, but that's the way a civilized, caring person does... much less someone who uses 'love'.
What's the crisis? Well, the reason I'm -here- is to house-sit and tend the nine cats in residence here. In all the confusion of the last couple days, the nose counts were coming up short. Fearing the worst, Mika-chan and I hunted about (she's a wonderful person, so warm and cuddly and pretty); of the nine, I had positive visual ID on seven of them. Hrm. Josh, Bart, Ruby, Paint, Jake, Lacey, and Grey were all inside where they belonged. Terrified of me and the massive clomping herd-of-friggin-elephants that I am on crutches, but here. Missing were Junior and Johann.... Johann's been known to slip out a door every now and again, but he's probably the -smartest- cat I've ever met, and not likely to go out on cold/damp days. Junior's not one that's -ever- been an outside cat, but since he's not a stupid one either I would've expected him to sniff the cold wet air and head for the warm sofa again.
Hrm. A puzzle.
The basement steps are... formidable. In short, there's no way I could get down there and still hope to manage returning to the main floor. Not on crutches. So I'd set my mind to ask the next 'helper' to come through to give me a hand with some cat herding. Next on the rotation was Megan, who knew I was going to need some help with the cats to start with. Knowing I'm laid up doesn't seem to have phased her much; she came over to watch some tv, feed the cats, and then give me attitude and martyred looks every time I asked her for help. The load of laundry I desperately needed done got left in the dryer, forcing me to figure out how to bat the basket from my room to the dryer, fill it, and then bat it back down the hallway. The bed I'd pleaded for her to put back together from my thrashing got left; I've got to figure out how to make the bed before I can sleep again.
Favorite quote? When she noted the state of the litter boxes, she looked at me and said "You'd better clean them soon." ... and then walked away. I looked down at the litter boxes, then further down at the brace on my leg and the two crutches and the bruises under my arms and the splitting skin on my hands and managed, somehow, to not respond with flung cat poo aimed at her head.
Rescue tonight came (again) in the form of my sister Leah... she messaged me a bit before 6pm that she was on her way over with fixings from the family Easter dinner, and I let out a sigh of relief. By that point Megan was doing her impression of a sack of oats sitting in a chair, and Crys was on the phone and worried (justly) about her babies. Leah's arrival managed to get a 'hello' out of Megan and nothing else. But Leah proved more willing to help with cat herding. Johann was located downstairs in the far corner, taking one more name off the MIA list. Junior was sighted outside... but he's not one to like strangers and he's NOT fond of me (I fell on him, once, and I don't think -any- cat would forgive me that), so when he was called he'd simply run.
Megan bowed out about this time, citing sewing she needed doing and that she couldn't 'sit here all night'. By this point I was so made at her that I could barely speak. I said g'bye and a safe drive and she left without any further contact. Leah got filled in on events, and was shaking her head in either disgust or amazement. Litter boxes got cleaned up a bit, the still inside cats herded to closable areas and water dishes moved into the confinement zones. Food was put outside the front and back doors. The garage door was opened about 4", and food put out there as well. Hopefully the rain that's started will shift him to the garage. Provided I can get to the door before he shoots out again, which given his love for me shouldn't be hard, I'll have the full rack of nine again.
I'm so very tired. Crys is worried about her missing baby. Kelly's probably ready to throttle me for ruining the vacation. And I sit here... wondering what's next.
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*hug* It'll get better, love. My thoughts are with you for a swift recovery.
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You are more than well aware of my opinion regarding Megan at this point. I am sorry that her brand of help was not so helpful, although I cannot say that I am altogether surprised either.
Despite that however, I hope that things start to look up for you soon and that you are well.
*More cuddles/hugs*