Look at this little girl, I found her frozen with fear in the middle of a country road. She was frozen with fear as the car ahead of me "straddled" her . I stopped and shooed her off the road and went on my way. When I came back by, 2 hours later, she was still huddled in the exact place I left her. Yes, I picked her up. For the past two weeks, I have been caring for her getting her ready to go for a check up at a veterinarian, which if she passed, would give her a chance to go to the new home I thought I had located for her. Oh, oh, yep, THOUGHT I had found her a home. ONE day before she was to have her check up, one of her eyes turned another color, brown. Upon closer examination, the eye was bleeding. I brought her in and came home "lighter in the pocket" with a bag full of drops and potions that I hoped would be the answer to getting her back to health. She is suffering lots of complications and it looks like she may not be a healthy kitten. (DUH, which is why she was just sitting there in the road) I am doing the best I can to give the little "Honey Badger" a chance. She is taking two steps backward and one step forward in her journey towards health. There is a good chance that if she even lives, she will lose the eye. This weekend will probably give me my answer as to whether she will be able to survive. *sigh* HOW do I get into these kinds of situations. I know better than this...
It is a beautiful, late summer day in Minnesota. All the plants are at their best, flowering, producing blooms and fruit in a race to beat the winter.In spite of the quiet frenzy going on in the gardens and fields, it seems like a glorious, lazy time of year. It reminds me of the old fable about the grasshopper and the ant. In an effort to be more like the ANT, my mom and I plan to make dill pickles early next week. I am so excited, it will be fun. It is kind of like putting a summer day in a jar. These pickles will be ready in 6 weeks, which, if I remember correctly lands somewhere in the middle of October. 