I walked out to feed the cats this morning and Spot had brought the little orange kitten up onto the back porch. Apparently the other one is dead or she still has it hidden somewhere. But all day now I've had the little one in the plastic crate with a heating pad wrapped in towels in the Temple, with ocassional visits from his totally clueless mother. He's gotten at least a few good meals today, at any rate. He won't take kitten-milk substitute from an eyedropper, though. Also he's doing the multiple sneeze thing that earned the now departed Sneerzer his name. This is not good for a kitten only days old. It's almost 10:30 and I can't find Spot or I'd bring her in for the night. I already called in to come in 2 hours late tomorrow so I can take the little one to the vet. I don't know what else to do since I can't be home to take care of him and Spot is so totally unmotherlike. She practically falls all over herself getting me to pet her while he's squeaking and trying to find his place to nurse, and she keeps fidgetting and practically sits on him all the time and ignores him. I just hope he'll be alive in the morning for me to take him to the vet.

In my head I call him Little Obi because despite all that's against him he's still going. A kitten could have a far worse name than that of the greatest of all Jedi Knights.


Despite this, I edited three chapters today and cut out the entire thing with Circe and the Furiae, though not the sex scene. It amounted to a litle over 5,000 words and I'm still trying to reweave everything.

Haven't eaten much today, and no meat.

One or the other of my eyes have been twitching almost all day. This is part of my stress reactions and is a certain sign of too much stress.

Hoping I don't get in trouble tomorrow for the 2 hours off but I'm not sure exactly how I'm supposed to deal with Little Obi otherwise. They'll just have to deal because I'm not a fragging robot and I occassionally have to deal with emergencies too. I don't have a husband or significant other I can conveniently delegate this to, and at any rate it would probably still come down to me anyway.

Damn.

Well. I'm for bed now.