Except Isabelle thought that meant we were going to the hibachi grill and was pouty. I love Japanese food as much as the next guy, but it's expensive. She got over it and ordered soup and was mildly disturbed by the "giant weeds" in it. LOL
After dinner, we took a walk at The Old Mill. It was crowded with people trying to take pictures, which isn't unusual because it's a popular photography spot. We dropped a few Random Balls of Happiness off. There was a bride taking pictures and Isabelle tried to catch up with her to give her one of the balls, but didn't make it to her before she left. Which, as it turns out was actually kind of serendipitous...
The ball Isabelle had was the gray ball at the top. When we didn't make it back across the lake before the bride left, we found a tree and hung the ball. I worried a bit about that ball because it was gray and a little dull. It wasn't all bright and noticeable like most of my balls. I worried that no one would find it.
Sunday, I got a message on Instagram from a lady asking me if she could buy some balls. I didn't know her and she didn't mention knowing anyone in common, so I asked if she had found one of my balls. She found the little gray ball at The Old Mill! She's travelling to NY in a few weeks and wants to take some RBOH with her.
I'm pretty excited at how all of this is going. I have lots of ideas brewing for it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Monday, the girls ran into the house to tell me they had found a kitten.
This is never-ending, you guys.... we have some stray magnet, and I need to dig it up and get rid of it.
I refused to even listen to them. I was just shy of plugging my ears and "la la la" -ing
Finally I look.
It was the smallest, scrawniest black kitten I've ever seen. Dirty and starving. Dang it.
So we cleaned it up. It was pathetic. Scratched up, crusty, scabby. Skin and bones. Fed it some canned food. Bundled it up and kept it warm. I told the girls it had to go straight to the shelter, though.
I called the shelter and they pretty much said it'd die there. I know that making you feel like crap is part of the game because they don't want to take in any animals, but they did have a point. The cat needed more care than they had time for. So I felt too guilty and ended up taking it to the vet instead.
Black Jelly Bean is about 5 weeks old. Malnourished, but otherwise looks OK. We're syringe feeding him for a few days until he starts eating on his own. I still want to find another home for him, we really have way too many animals already. But at least he has a chance now. Just need to find another sucker... I mean softy.... like me. =)
