Carrot Slaw with cinnamon and nutmeg atop gluten free bagel bites plus fruit. I watched my little sister create the salad dish in two hours. She labored over the organic carrots ensuring they were properly peeled with blemishes removed prior to hand shredding. She modified from the call for curry and celery seed to create a less savory yet satisfying Cinnamon dish. Good for inflammation? It created a smile upon my face to hear her say she would not be a chef… but a baker! Regardless, I love when she creates food or otherwise.
Angel Lannister, the Blind kitten with feline viral rhinopneumonitis. He is out of surgery today and I expect he will be purrfection soon. Sometimes the debt of FVR is an eye, and a Lannister always pays their debts? I do not mean distaste within my reference, I am simply getting creative with my coping to understand the sickness surrounding me. I dedicate my time to ensure this little one is alright. He has a home in sight and a one eyed friend awaiting him. Blind cats can have enhanced senses of other sorts and they really are a pleasure to adopt. Keep that in mind! You will be rich with love if ever you adopt a precious cat as such… Angel Lannister shall do well in life.
A piece of me and the kitty to rule them all? Raine, the kitten who lived. Just so much nerd in me I don’t know where to go… I know I adore this very proper feline. She is fearless and playful and roars and loves humans and… possibly not a she at all as I am notoriously horrible with assigning gender to kittens.
A kitten child, a future president of the United States? I believe you must dream big for what you care for so that great things happen!
Flat Chested Kitten and a Rainebow of hope
She was alive for a few weeks and died when she became too weak.
…and no amount of intervention, prayers, massage would allow for endurance.
She opened the door to walk into death.
Which meant? 5 of 18 alive with the possibility of one more death.
She should not speculate perhaps yet there was preparedness within the count.
As soon as she heard of the first litter on the solstice she felt that energy of gloom.
She understood her best of actions might could do minimal at best.
If not for the survival of Raine Ishi Solstice she would blame herself. Raine-bow was a reminder there was hope and it was not her.
It was internal, it was premature.
It was what could have occurred to her had her mother not had all of that bed rest plus she the incubator access.
She had a purpose upon this earth or many and one was to rescue life, even if the ratio was not what she wanted.
Ratios might not matter because she never gambled?
Ratios might not matter because she focused upon the love.
Ratios couldn’t matter or her tears would come and the grey face of Raine needn’t any tears.
Raine was a tear drop catsoniphied.
Raine was born on a summer day and she carried all of the hope of life with her.
Now, if anything happened to Raine… well, she’d cry again. Wail even. Because yes, those tiny quadrupeds mattered.
Perhaps only five will remain.
This summer has been…
this summer has been:
Life affirming and professionally confrontational
to people spouting false mission statements.