“Let’s Be Brave & Search Alone Together!”: Q’s 19 – 29

My friend, Tia, has started a tumblr (inspired by a production being put on by a local theatre company) encouraging folks to go on an Identity Scavenger Hunt.  And in her rallying cry of “let’s be brave and search alone-together” (which I love love love love) – I’m all in.  And I encourage you to play along as well! Over the next 30 days or so, Tia will be posting a question or two a day from the famous Proust Questionnaire on the tumblr.  I’ll be doing my best to keep up and answer the questions here; my approach will be to not think too much about any one answer and to go from the gut.  You can answer the questions on the Identity Scavenger Hunt tumblr, on your own blog, in your journal, in your head, or feel free to e-mail answers directly to the lovely Tia at theatretia@gmail.com – she may want to use some of your answers in different ways in the future!

I missed a few days again… so here’s another catch-up!

19. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I would be less fearful of shaking things up and more bold. This is something I am actively working on.

20. If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?

I’m answering this one privately because I promised not to write on the blog about family.

21. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being an independent woman who can take care of herself.

22. If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?

Ok – I first read this as “what would you like to be” … but “what do you think it would be” is much different. I think I would come back as loose rainbow glitter:  colorful, shiny, makes people smile, but is also kind of annoying because it gets into everything and is easily scattered.

23. What is your most treasured possession?

Actual thing:  Fabian. I think she counts, right? (also – surprise, surprise. lol)

A more thoughtful answer: my soul.

This furry, claw-happy, bitey buttface is my most treasured possession; I can't imagine life without her.

This furry, claw-happy, bitey buttface is my most treasured possession; I can’t imagine life without her.

24. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Feeling completely worthless – like you have nothing to contribute to the world or to help better the existence of others or even yourself. That is the worst, most hellish place to be. And, unfortunately, I think everyone gets to experience that at least once in a lifetime.

25. Where would you like to live?

Ideally, I would live on a farm sanctuary where we would take in animals who have no where to go from dogs and cats to  goats and elephants.  It would also be a hippie artist commune of sorts – there would be a barn for performance and other structures to be used for other forms of artistic work. The main farmhouse would be accommodations for artists in residence and soul seekers. We would grow as much of our own food as possible and do yoga and make music and theatre and take care of the resident creatures and each other. We would also engage in therapeutic artistic and animal experiences – people could come from all over to stay for varying lengths of time for therapy or could have weekly appointments. We would do retreats. The farm would be within a short distance to both a major city with a theatre/performance industry and a beach/ocean.

26. What is your favorite occupation? 

The one that I want: actor/theatre artist.

The one I admire most: conservationist on an animal reserve.

27. What is your most marked characteristic? 

That I have a big heart. I think. I hope.

28. What is the quality you most like in a man?

Genuine, truthful kindness.

29. What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Genuine, truthful kindness.

Foster Furmonsters

I’ve been slow to post this past week because I’ve been busy temporarily expanding my family of one human and one cat to one human and THREE cats!  Well… one cat and two teeny tiny itty bitties to be completely correct.

Meet Almond Joy and Reese (the shelter named their entire litter after candies). Or I as like to call them Officer Fuzz Nugget (The Fuzz) and Reese. Or Little Boy Cat and Little Girl Cat.

 

The Fuzz

Officer Fuzz Nugget conducting an investigation surrounding the untimely demise of a green mouse

 

Reese is a peanut-butter cup of sweetness and purrs.

Reese is a peanut-butter cup of sweetness and purrs.

I started volunteering for the Washington Humane Society back in May working primarily with dogs and in the adoptions office and it is one of the best things I could have jumped in to. My passion for this work is worth a separate post but – for now – suffice it to say that I’m hooked.

So after weekly visits at the shelter for 3 1/2 months – knowing it is a slippery slope – I decided to try being a foster fur-parent.  The main reasons were:

  1. The shelter has been overrun with cats needing fosters for a while now.
  2. I harass other people about fostering and figured that if I’m going to bug friends about doing it, I should try it myself – excuses be damned!
  3. I love Fabian but eventually I want to expand my menagerie so I figure this is a great way to test the waters and see if she’d be OK without any permanent commitments in place.
  4. The news cycle as of late has been depressing so… KITTENS!!

This is why last Wednesday night I brought home two 5 week old 1 lb-ers.

In 5 days we have had 1 visibly sick kitty; 1 emergency vet visit; 1 poop in the cat carrier; 1 vomit session; multiple scratches up and down my legs from kitten-climbing; 1 stinky bathroom (to last a month or more); 1 poop outside the litterbox; 1 planned encounter with Fabian; 2 jailbreak encounters with Fabian; 10 medicine feedings ( 5/kitten); and a lot of pouncing, purring, squeaking, fuzziness, shoulder-perching, pooping, playing, and general kitten-ness.  It’s a lot of work. Kittens are A LOT of work. And they also like to pretend to be boots…

KITTEN-BOOTS!

KITTEN-BOOTS!

…which is kind of painful. Painfully ADORABLE!

Fabs is not taking it so well.  When I got the kittens home the first night, I placed the carrier in the middle of my hallway – which is really just a tiny room where all the doors to other rooms are.  I was told to let my “resident cat” (foster terminology) smell them in this safe situation. The below is footage of this momentous meeting.

Clearly love at first smell/sight/hiss.

The kittens are super duper cute and I think fostering is VERY important; if you take one foster, it saves two lives – the life of the animal you are fostering and the life of the animal you provided space for at the shelter by taking another OUT of the shelter. So technically by taking two kittens, I’m helping to better four lives.  That being said, considering my 500 square foot circumstances and the kitten-realm that my bathroom has become in order to keep them isolated for health/safety reasons – I don’t know how often I’ll be able to do this.  Maybe once a year.  Maybe twice.  But probably no more than that.  Plus it is A LOT of shuffling to do things that are second nature. Like going in and out of my bathroom.

There is a whole new routine I have in the morning now:

  • Wake up
  • Good morning cuddles/scratches with Fab
  • Close Fab into the family room (she’s been heading in there on her own so far…this is good)
  • Get kitten meds from fridge
  • Mix kitten wet food and kitten dry food in tupperware; close up for use later
  • Open bathroom door
  • Get Reese from the kitchen where she has inevitably escaped to
  • Pick The Fuzz up at the open bathroom door where he is inevitably lingering
  • Close bathroom door
  • Look to see if poop in litterbox is healthy
  • Scruff kitten number 1 and give meds; some fighting ensues
  • Scruff kitten number 2 and give meds; some fighting ensues
  • Let kittens run around for a few minutes pouncing etc.
  • Pry kittens off of legs
  • Put kittens in carrier and place carrier in hallway
  • Move kitten food dishes, kitten toys, and kitten bed away from tub base and take step stool out of bathtub (placed there in case a kitten somehow got into the tub and needed help getting out)
  • Shower while contained kittens cry
  • Do as much primping/prepping for the day as possible as contained kittens cry
  • Put kitten food and fresh water in dishes and move everything in the Bathroom Kitten Suite back to kitten-ready positions as contained kittens cry
  • Put carrier back in bathroom and close bathroom door
  • Unleash the kittens
  • Supervise feeding for a few minutes making sure there are no fights and no one kitten gets all the food
  • Sneak out of bathroom while kittens are distracted by food
  • Continue getting ready until the bathroom is needed again
  • Sneak back into the bathroom hoping kittens are still distracted by food
  • Get Reese from the kitchen
  • Get The Fuzz from the bathroom entrance
  • Do make-up while kittens treat legs as trees; try to hold off on mascara until kittens are pouncing on one another away from legs
  • Pry kittens off legs
  • Get eye-makeup remover and re-do mascara (wash, rinse, repeat)
  • Take one last look around at bathroom and make sure all things that can be done are done
  • Pry kittens off legs
  • Close bathroom door
  • Open family room door
  • Let Fabs sniff/hiss at where the kittens have been; including hands
  • Give Fabs treats and pets if she wants them
  • Remember one last thing in the bathroom
  • Close Fabs in the family room
  • Open bathroom door
  • Get Reese from kitchen
  • Get The Fuzz from bathroom entrance
  • Close bathroom door
  • Brush teeth, grab earrings, get lipgloss, take rings off holder or whatever other thing I forgot to do previously
  • Throw tinsel ball into corner away from door and sneak out of bathroom
  • Close bathroom door
  • Open family room door
  • Say bye to Fabs
  • Leave while contained kittens cry

It’s kind of exhausting. And even going to the bathroom is a challenge.  Let me tell you, it is an interesting thing to be going about your business while a kitten scales you in attempt to sit on your lap or perch on your shoulder…

But it will be worth it when these two little balls of fluff and energy get to go to a forever home; I’m hoping they’ll get to go together because watching them play and cuddle is awesome and they clearly benefit from one another’s company…

 

Almond Joy (foreground) and Reese (background) first night in their Bathroom Suite at The Apartments of Eternal Christmas

Almond Joy (foreground) and Reese (background) first night in their Bathroom Suite at The Apartments of Eternal Christmas

 

…and I am convinced that Fabian turned into a semi-psychopath because she didn’t have a friend. So let my little demon feLion Fabian Raven be a warning to you all: if you get a kitten, you might as well get TWO kittens.  And if you are looking for two right now, I have some that would love a forever home with you!