I know I haven’t been on here very much anyway, not since April – posting less, rarely getting on my feedly to see others’ posts, etc. I’m not reading much, I’m not writing much, and I’m in a personal funk (a “it’s so damn hot outside that I’m boiling and even typing brings my body temp up too much” funk). I’m not going on a full-on blog break, but I’m not going to be around much in the next few months. About a decade ago, I decided that I wasn’t going to force myself to blog if I wasn’t feeling it, and that’s how I’ve been able to keep on with it for so long. So there may continue to be an odd book review here or there, or maybe a post about cats, or a Sunday Coffee, or whatever. But I also may not post for a week or two at a time, and I’m not going to stress about that. It is what it is. I’m too hot to care too much.
But speaking of cats (aren’t I always?), I can’t end this without mentioning my next batch of fosters, because they’re pretty great. I’ll pick them up in a few hours, and have them for the next two weeks or so. Mama is named Olive Oyl, and her three babies, born June 8, are Popeye, Bluto, and Brutus. (I’m amused that the shelter gave two of them names for the same character – at least it was the two almost-identical white kittens!) So what makes these guys particularly special? They were born on my mom’s enclosed porch. Olive was a friendly community cat that my mom coaxed inside when she saw she was pregnant, and a few days later, these three babies entered the world. She meant to sign up as a foster through the shelter, the way J and I did for Shai and Hulud, but she must’ve set up to surrender instead, and she turned them in this week. I knew they were going in sometime this week, and I was looking for them to show up on the foster-needed list due to their age. Turned out, my mom turned them in at 11 yesterday morning, and an hour later, they were on the daily email! Two minutes after that, I’d requested to be their foster mama and got approved. I’m excited to keep them in the family for a few more weeks.
I get it, truly get it. I’m at the same point with my blog. I have participated in The Sunday Salon, but I don’t really connect with the bloggers there. I write a post and their replies show that they really haven’t read the post. That said, nice how it worked out for your next foster cats, from your mom, of all people. Very nice.
Yeah, I used to see that when I participated in Sunday Salon too – often the same people just commenting something generic then leaving a link to their own post. I’m not a fan! As for the cats, though…it didn’t end up working out. It was actually quite a traumatizing experience that I’ll write about in time.
Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you return, whenever that is. Good luck with the next round of foster cats!
Thank you! Sadly, the foster cat situation turned very scary very quickly in a way no one could have predicted, so they are no longer at our house. I’ll be writing about it eventually. We did bring home a different set, a mother and daughter duo, who will be with us for about a month.