And the blind kitty shall lead the way with the sense of smell it possesses?
And she knew they didn’t speak her language nor she theirs but she knew she didn’t know exactly what was understood and in which ways. So she gasped a half gasp as the scab fell from the eye to reveal an engorged globe covered in blood with a crater of puss at the center. She stopped because she needn’t offend. She stopped because she could not pretend it was anything less than angelic. The only kitten with entirely obscured vision was the only angel consuming the Pâté. A heightened sense of olfactory? Maybe. A renewed sense of accomplished weaning? Definitely. She was relieved to have a strong kitten within her grasp. The strength was needed for the journey soon at hand. The angel must endure. Euthanasia due to impaired vision was not any sort of option.
Her dreams while awake were silly, to counter the nightmares she had whilst slumbering.
The rich man killed whichever dogs happened upon his land. The woman assisted as she could any life she saw.
She wrote people poetry for their birthday’s and she meant every word within the poems. She wrote a poem for a mother of two today and the thank you response hit her superbly. That was not why she wrote. Never for a thank you. She wrote to let the people know how she valued and of their value. She wrote to let the people know she paid attention to the details others were intimidated of. Strong people deserve strong words of admiration upon days of existence celebration,never merely a “Happy Birthday.” All people were strong and deserving. A two word message to celebrate an existence was insincerely weak, that is what she believed.

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.

Some meals are best enjoyed alone and then when the others eat, I smile.
And the seven living went down to six; Atelectasis.
Perhaps only five will remain.
This summer has been…
this summer has been:
Life affirming and professionally confrontational
to people spouting false mission statements.
Words can be so beautiful, upon reading, those happy tears occur. Those tears which affirm existence. The kind that are not sad but beautiful yet never as beautiful could they be as: those words.
That carrot zucchini lemonade was perfectly sweetened with the carrots alone and perfectly sour with that citrus. Did she believe in perfection? No… but did that beverage surprise her? Perfectly so!
She learned to have an appetite without any assistance.
This Summer Thus Far: I Wait Until

More rewarding than most.

Lessons learned each day.

Misinformation and mistakes.

Caring never a little late.

More kitten death than I can count.

Of five hand fed the death breath got a large amount.

Two are left.  Tea and Raine.

Of 18 kittens found 7 total are around.

Salmon with her three fishies;

In a room where she was wee.

Mellissa with her Scott and Styles,

Tara named them based on wolfish wiles.

My one woman rescue mission

has assisted saving those seven kittens.

I hope never to see this death again.

I hope never to prepare the dead kittens.

I hope never to hear the shallow breath.

I hope to open up that non-prof organization.

I hope, I dream, I live to care.

I do not sit and only stare. 

I love, yet I don’t laugh at all…

I wait until, I wait until.

I can breathe and sigh a positivity spill.

My sister and (fictive) brother enjoying loot!  The Slants… not just the greatest rock band of all time…well, the greatest rock band of all time!  <3  Thanks for sending that personalized message to college bound youth, it made their day!  Just another reason why to love The Slants… not only is their music superb… their hearts are sincerely amazing!

My sister and (fictive) brother enjoying loot!  The Slants… not just the greatest rock band of all time…well, the greatest rock band of all time!  <3  Thanks for sending that personalized message to college bound youth, it made their day!  Just another reason why to love The Slants… not only is their music superb… their hearts are sincerely amazing!

Sphingidae and the moon.

A sporadic sunflower in an otherwise unkempt land area.