Definately Losing It

Oh dear, I think I'm definately losing the plot - either that or losing the battle with the whole perspective thing.

The garden seems have a lot of flies. They congregate in bunches under the fir tree & whizz about doing whatever it is that flies do for fun. Opening the window invites them into the house, where they happily paddle away in whatever spills they might find until meeting an early end courtesy of the fly killer spray.

The window is open in here, where I sit at the pc & I suppose that there are about six, whisking about aimlessly before going to dance against the top of the glass in a futile attempt to get out where the window is closed. They were joined earlier by a bee. Quite a large bee, I saw her aimed straight at me but she successfully veered off before crashing into my face. The lazy drone as she continued to cruise was quite relaxing in an odd sort of way.

Then about ten minutes ago the buzz changed. Became more defiant, more frantic. I looked up towards the top of the window & there dangling on a spider's web was the bee. Spider in attendance. Why didn't he catch the flies? Why did it have to be the bee?

I didn't know whether or not to get a chair & try to rescue her. (The window is quite high). But if she was already coated with cobweb & already bitten by the spider was there any point. I might consign her to a lingering death, whilst the spider was likely cease the suffering quickly.

Why couldn't he have caught a fly?

So now, here I sit, mourning the death of a bee. Wondering if I could have saved her. Feeling guilty that I didn't even try.

Definately losing it ....

Starvation & the Serengeti

All the Serengeti kittens, bar Adora, have now left for their new homes. There's a lot of empty places & missing purrs around the house. Oh dear, it is really hard to see them leave but, fortunately, they've gone to live with some very lovely people ... Sydney & Edmund left together & are now known as Paddy & Max. Spott left by himself but has gone to live with some Bengals & apparently has made himself very much at home.

Adora is doing fine & I suppose that I should start to look for her new home where she can be given lots of love, fuss & attention & generally continue her rather spoiled life. It's just difficult when she is such fun to have around.

Of course, the Bengal kittens may not feel quite the same....

Poor Cesar! Maybe she was just a bit peckish?

Incidentally, he is okay. I think he thought it was a fun game, it's just, at that particular moment, Adora has the upper hand, so to speak.