The kid can sing the Happy Birthday song surprisingly well and in tune. I was impressed all four times he sang it to me. To continue the birthday theme, Owen gave me a rock for a birthday present and he, too, sang the song to me. I have no idea where the birthday thing is coming from. It's certainly long past that actual day.
We played Simon Says and read a few books and watched Sponge Bob and did stuff outside and they played hide and chase in the house. At one point, Owen slipped and fell down and Gibson came running and said, "Owen, you okay?"
"Owen said, "I'm okay," and then they hugged.
I, of course, went all teary and shit because that's some damn sweetness right there.
I love how Owen looks out for Gibson. Once today Gibson left the fenced area to go see the chickens and I had my eye on him but Owen said, "Mer. My brother is outside the fence."
"I know," I said. "I'm watching him."
And Owen was satisfied with that.
They have each other's backs. As good brothers should.
So. Here's the big news around the Moon residence today. There are at least two feral kittens in the yard. I thought I heard one crying under the house this morning but somehow convinced myself that it had been Maurice, just beyond the kitchen door.
Ah, the bliss of denial.
Later, I heard the sound again and went outside to see a tiny, tiny fluffy orange kitten streaking across the yard. There was no way to get close to it. Every time it saw one of us, he or she would take off like a rocket, only to return to cry piteously. I finally realized that I was hearing two, at least, but I never laid eyes on the other one. And of course it's going to get down to 30-something tonight and maybe 20 tomorrow night. I've done a completely stupid thing and put a space heater in the pump house with towels beside it in a little plastic bin. And cut up chicken and set it out there because I'm not even sure the babies can eat dry cat food. Maurice has been following them around all day long. Luna, the outdoor cat, doesn't seem to have even noticed them.
It's so upsetting, the tiny mews and cries. And I couldn't set out food until the chickens had gone to bed because they would eat anything I put out.
They've stopped crying now so maybe they've found the warm bed. I hope so. I'd go out and check but if they heard me, they'd run again.
I do not want to be the Crazy Old Cat Lady and I do not want to have to trap these mites. Well, I've done what I can do tonight and we'll see what tomorrow brings. Hellfire and damnation to those who abandon animals. And somehow the whole trap-spay/neuter-release thing strikes me as just cruel. It's a hard, hard life and sure, cats can catch their food but not easily and they kill too many song birds. They're domesticated (slightly) animals and it's not right to expect them to live by their wits and bloody claws and teeth.
Fuck. I don't know.
I'm pretty sure though, that these babies would not make especially good pets. Maybe for someone with a lot of time and a lot of patience.
I am not that person. Trust me.
The wind is bringing in the cold air and I am more than grateful for heat and walls and for a way to cook food that doesn't involve cutting and splitting wood and bringing it in. And for having hot water that doesn't require toting and heating on a stove. I tell you this- at one point today I had a pocketful of just-laid eggs and a good handful of arugula and baby mustards and kale from the garden for my salad tonight and they boys were playing happily in the yard and I felt once again like the richest woman in the world.
I pretty much still do.
Stay warm, y'all. Let's all have each other's backs when we can. Help each other up when we fall because sure as shit, we're all going to fall sometime and we'll need someone to help us back up.
Hugging and saying "I love you," doesn't hurt either.
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