Sit with me if you will for a while, I have something to say. It's been a while since we last talked,and I've been keeping my feelings at bay. I had the words all sorted out, I knew just what to do. But now with you sitting here; I've forgotten all too soon. If you reach deep into my soul, You'll find it ready to be bared. My head is thinking one thing, But my heart is not prepared.

(From my poem "Thoughts Gone Astray" written and © in 1997 by JJ.)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

I want my kitty back!

From Wednesday, March 17, 2004 

So...I've tried the trap in a neighbor's yard, I've tried sweet talking Noddy, feeding the other cats on the street (I'm getting attached to the little buggers and need to find homes for them!) and I've tried having other people try and catch him (knew that wouldn't work). Today, I got brave and put my little paranoia fears behind me and went to the guys house where Noddy seems to have settled and asked him if I could put the trap in his yard. He agreed very easily which gave me some relief. I'm hoping if the tuna is right in front of Noddy's hideout it might be easier to catch him. Here's hoping. I need a regular nights sleep for more than one night. Every two hours Chris or I have been out hoping that the trap was sprung. We'll see. I am a bit less stressed knowing that Noddy hasn't moved. He still knows his name and he still perks up when I call him, he just doesn't come to me like he did before. I think part of the problem is that I stopped trying to catch him by hand relying solely on the trap. Now I'm thinking that wasn't a good idea so I have begun trying to call him again. I don't want him to forget me. Not that I truly think he has, but I think it helps when I call him...if not helpful for him, it is for me. I know I've sunk into a depression about it all and Chris has chided me for putting Noddy over everything else (it's not everything...I still go to work and eat...I'm just more sad when I do it.) If I can catch him, I think my relief will be so strong I'll likely fall asleep right then and there. Heh. I do know that if my birth child was missing like this I would come close to falling apart. I just love my cats like children. No one should fault me for that and if they do...who cares, they can kiss my ass no matter how much I love them. I'm off in a while to put the trap out...meanwhile, I'm going to play a game to get my mind off of things. And god, I hope like hell I catch my little baby tonight. It's St. Patrick's day, I should! Luck of the Irish and all that. 

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