I have to check at least three or four times a day what day it is. Is it Monday? Is it Friday?
Who knows or even cares anymore?
Time seems to have become non-existent. Sometimes it’s as if Mother Nature is finally disciplining her children.
“Slow the F**k down.” she seems to say.
I am sad that I can’t see the few people that I enjoyed seeing everyday but overall my life hasn’t changed much.
Then again sometimes it feels as though it is completely different.
I am currently quarantined in a 3 bedroom single wide trailer with two kids, an aging and grouchy pitbull, a spoilt (neutered) male cat, and two female cats in heat.
The two cats in heat have become of considerable annoyance. They are adorable black beauties. Sookie, the quiet tiny thing who usually sits in corners and watches, now rolls in the floor like Linda Blaire in The Exorcist, before peeing on the rug.
Pearl, the cat who resembles some Egyptian painting of a cat and is usually loving is loud and extra loving. She also poops beside the litter box instead of in it. But I don’t thing that has anything to do with being in heat.
I don’t know when I will be able to get them spayed, because nothing is open right now for anything that isn’t an emergency.
I am currently open for suggestions on how to make a spay sound like a medical emergency.
Their fitful cries for male companionship have attracted a few male contenders though we are down to one.
Mr. Darcy showed his handsome self up on our doorstep not long after this incredible fun phase of cat ownership began.
He is a handsome gentleman who, unlike the others before him, doesn’t spray our porch or my flowers. He enjoys belly rubs and pets and has become another pet around here.
We feed him, though he seems to be incredibly well feed for a cat that has obviously been without a home other than the woods for a while. Though he has won the right of “suitor” over the other possible “suitor” cats, he is losing the battle against vermin.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to treat him with flea and tick meds as well as ear drops for mites in his ears. I’ve sprayed his self inflicted wounds with antiseptic spray and he actually allows me to do all of this without much of a fight.
Unlike the spoilt inside cats who have to be rolled in a towel into a “Caturrito” in order to apply flea and tick medication or really anything they need.
But with Darcy outside the girls must remain inside completely.
The chickens are getting bigger.
Lucille Ball, always the last one in the nest at night 
Poe, the black beauty. One of the two sweetest. 
“If you’re not here to feed us please close the damn door!”
The kids never ending appetites mean that they are too which means they’ll probably outgrow all of their shoes and clothes in the next month.
I live in a zoo.
A Hermitess 