HomeAugust 13, 1997
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the miniature WilburAll F's girl showed up for work today. She actually even dried a few dishes. Quincy was unusually quiet and passive today. We all started to wonder if something was wrong. If Quincy doesn't swipe at everyone/everything that moves, we start to worry. Later, Quincy got me when I least expected it. sigh. A lady from one of the foster homes brought in some kittens for their shots. Eileen gave them the shots in the socialization room. I saw the woman come in with the cat carrier but didn't see what the kittens looked like. I was elbow deep in soap and hot water and stinky litterboxes when I heard Eileen calling me: "Janet, Janet, come here." Since we don't have any cats named Janet, I figured she needed me for something. I went over to the socialization room and Eileen was holding a kitten that looked exactly like Wilbur (except it had a normal size tail). The face, the markings, the eyes, the freckles. A tiny miniature Wilbur. Uncanny. The snot kittens are out of the sick room. Michael is out of rabies quarantine. Pepper got adopted. the Auntmobile reunionWith my legs aching from standing at the sink for 2 1/2 hours without a break, I drove home, changed into a dry t-shirt, and headed for Pawtucket to retrieve the Auntmobile. For a mere $250 or so, they yanked the engine, replaced the blown rear seals, disconnected the radio, and cleaned up most of the oil. It is a relief to have the Auntmobile back but I really miss the radio. |
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