Well, we woke in the middle of the night to a howl that sounded like it came from the bowels of hell. I leapt out of bed into the kitchen, convinced that a predator had broken into the hen house. But the chickens and the regular barn were locked up tight. But then we heard the scream sound again and discovered it was our house cat. He is a long haired cat, prone to bladder issues that were apparently
flaring up. Poor guy is rather miserable today, though we have given him the appropriate treatment. The vet is closed today, so hopefully what we have done enough for him. His breed has a rather short life span, and could develop tumors in his system. We'll do what we can, but won't subject him to unreasonable suffering or thousands in medical care for mediocre results. We'll see what the next few days bring.
Coffee is brewing, the livestock rounds are done. Maybell was head butting with the others this morning, and eating well. She's not out of the woods yet, but seems like maybe we are on track.
I'm worn a little thin. It's time to retreat a bit, be ok with feeling down about the recent events. So we're snuggled up under blankets watching some t.v. I've got to cut some more firewood in a bit, and clean up the kitchen. But that's kind of it. There is fencing to finish for the horses ( horray!) and the routine rabbit cleaning. But it has to wait. The week has taken its toll, and if we don't take a minute to breathe it could become overwhelming. Take it as it comes, do what we can and keep the coffee brewing.