I know I haven’t been to DD lately. I am still here. Since the United States has been dealing with COVID-19, I have been doing everything I can do for myself and others to be safe and comfortable. I haven’t sat with my computer for more than five minutes. After Bing Crosby, the Cat passed away; I had a graft put in my (L) arm on September 29, 2020, then I found a kitty at the RCHS to love. My new kitty’s name is Magic, and from October 6, 2020, I have been very busy with him to the present day. He needed training on how to use the litter box, and that took a couple of days with two litter boxes, and we have been down to one in the bathroom for three weeks now. I am very proud of Magic and his progress. He was five months old when I adopted him, and now at six months, he has gained half a pound since he has a home. I am proud of him. I have not seen energy in a kitten for thirty years. Thirty years ago, I had adopted my first fur baby Emilee when she was two months old. Magic’s energy has been a delight to see as well as unpleasant. When he runs around, tearing up the place is when I need to set down the law. Teaching him not to get on the kitchen table is one thing I have not mastered, but he knows “get down now” and knows that the water bottle is not that far from me to pick up and use. I have not given up on training him that the kitchen counter is another place he is not to be. He is now allowed to check the kitchen sink and get up to the apartment’s highest point. My life away from him is only three times a week while I am at dialysis and running around on Tuesdays before and after dialysis with DKF. Tuesday is our (DKF, and I) day, even though there is a three-hour treatment that day.
I know I have a place/blog for everything these days, but I have not written in a while. Please forgive me for writing so much in one entry today. I have the time before company comes for the rest of the afternoon after 3 PM. DKF’s grandson Dontae will be here until DKF comes back at 7:15 PM tonight to get some things before the weekend.
Dontae is twelve years old. He needs prayers daily. His life is great because he has family and people who love him, but whatever he is dealing with mentally is not the greatest. I cannot go into detail about it, and I have no intention of saying anything. He is a growing boy who needs to learn how to work with his disorders. I love Dontae very much, and his problems or behavior do not stop me from loving him. Having him here today is going to be great.
I will include Dontae in my prayers today – May peace and love be with you this holiday weekend 🙏🏻
Thank you, Strawberryrain. He needs prayer all the time. He has a lot of issues. People need to be patient with this 12 year old. He’s not my son, but my caregiver’s grandson. I do know what he has, but I cannot divulge any of that info.