I keep saying this. I keep saying that I've had a busy week and "how can I get it all done?", but here it is again. This past week was the first full week of classes. My daughter was on spring break, so she was home part of the day all week. I had to go to Hood River to pick up my work from the Art as Activism show from last month (I had postponed pickup because of Easter and my daughter's spring break), and on Monday we had to put our cat down.
|Best Friend at 19|
Our cat, Best Friend, turned 20 years old at the end of March. Her kidneys were shutting down, or maybe had shut down, and she had a really hard time the week before and over the weekend. We made the heart-wrenching decision to have her put down. It felt cruel and terrible and sucked so much. I've know her more than half my life. She's been a part of my daughter's entire life and is the first close death she's had to deal with.
|Best Friend earlier this year|
As you can tell by her name, she was a pretty important part of our life. I've been looking for Best Friend in odd moments all week. Less frequently at the end of the week than at the start, but just yesterday as I went to bed I started to find her to bring her up to bed with us. Until she got really weak, she slept with us almost every night, snuggled with us on the couch, especially when I sat down to read or grade, and talked to us every morning (and sometimes really loudly at night).
|moving the books and bookcase out of the way of the kittens|
To make matters more messy (both emotionally and literally) we have been hosting some kittens in our house this week. The stray cat we befriended earlier this year had her kittens a couple months ago and last weekend they started coming out. It was really unfortunate that they reached this age just as Best Friend was having such a hard time, but I think having the kittens around helped my daughter deal.
|Mom cat with her babies|
My husband was concerned that if we didn't catch the kittens last weekend, they'd get too fast and too feral to catch. So he brought them into our house and into the room we used to call the computer room and are now calling the humane society room. Unfortunately, their cuteness didn't completely make up for the fact that my computer is in this room and I was teaching the first week of an online class that requires pretty regular attention every day and on the weekend so students don't get frustrated (or maybe for when they do).
The plan was to get the kittens used to people and then adopt them out. We've so far been successful with the black and white kittens, but are still looking for a home for an adorable and frisky orange kitty. (Let me know if you want to see him.)
|"Adopt me, please!"|
To further complicate matters (our house is like a feline soap opera), the kittens' big brother and mother were also brought into our "humane society room." Big brother is about a year old, the softest kitty you've ever heard of (seriously, he's SO SOFT!) and a huge wimp. He has been in our house before, but to bring him in we had to catch him in a live trap. When we brought him in he didn't bite, scratch, or run around, he just cried pitifully and cowered (seriously, his softness is matched only by his pitifulness).
We'd like to get him adopted, but he's a big guy and has spent a year outside, so I'm not sure it will happen. Regardless, we do plan to take him in to the vet and get him neutered before letting him stray too far. And he might end up hanging out with us. I'm sure the trauma of a trip to the vet's will not help with his terror of everything, but whether or not he stays outside, we definitely don't want him making more stray kittens.
|black and white kitties posting as a two-headed monster|
|Cali (momma cat)|
I didn't intend this post to end up as a request for cat homes, but apparently that's where it has gone. It was kinda entertaining working from home during some of the mornings this week in our humane society room, but I will be happy to go back to my office on campus all day all next week. I'm looking forward to much less cat drama, no traumatic cat-related decisions, and no drive to Hood River and back.
|my work at my Aunt and Uncle's house in California|
I had intended to write today about my experience with Escala training and revisions to my online classes, but I've run out of energy. I also intend to write about my NCECA trip and presentations, but not today. I will just include one art related image: the above picture of the commission work I sent to my aunt last week. The work made it to California without incident and my aunt was able to install it with minimal injury to herself.