Sippy has started playing! The first few days he was in too much shock to be interested in playing, but last night and this morning, he has been pouncing at anything that moves! Also, when I gave him a bath the first day, he hung there limply, not resisting, but when I gave him one yesterday, he was a force to be reckoned with. These are sure signs that he is feeling much, much better. I can still feel his bones quite a bit, but not as much, and his belly is very round. He has also been pooping consistenly since yesterday. Unfortunately, he is nowhere near litter-box trained. We have shown him the litter box, helped him scratch in the litter, made sure he can come in and out of the box easily...and he still poops in the dark corner under the desk. We have put the litter box in the dark corner under the desk...he pooped behind it this morning. Our other two kittens understood the litter box concept almost immediately, but they were raised with big litters and humans caring for them. Who
I like it. Short but sweet and meaty. I won't covet more fingers, though. LOL.
ReplyDeleteWriting poetry is something I can't do at all. But I enjoy reading it.
Tasha
Cool words although I feel a little dumb as I don't get the 'other nine fingers' bit.. but still, that poem covers the feeling well :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith and Tasha!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is about my husband, and so the other nine fingers refer to the fingers without a wedding band.
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I think it is beautiful. I Once had a book of poems called Love Poems For the Very Married. THis reminds me of the poems in that book. You might do well to think of love poems for married people. We do still feel that way after we are married also. I hope Keith does not think you have some Kathy Bates thing going where you cut off his fingers. Scary mamasita
ReplyDeleteI love this! I totally got it, Sandra.
ReplyDeleteI should hook you up with the Poetry Train. http://mondaypoetrytrainrevisited.wordpress.com/
You'll dig the others there.