The past few weeks have been a flurry of furry. I adopted a little kitten. I was told she was 8 weeks old and already eating hard food. Turns out that was a lie. She was a little over 3 weeks old and had not been weaned off of her momma’s nipple. So that meant bottle feeding a kitten every 2-3 hours like an infant, plus she was too young to sleep on her own since she wasn’t capable of maintaining her own body heat yet. That meant light sleeping out of fear of rolling over her and crushing under my enormous fatness. I have never wanted to be a parent. I don’t think I would make a very good father. Cats have been easy, no where near the same maintenance as dogs. But litter box training and bottle feeding as tested the limits of my human condition, as human as I can be.
I named her Cornelius Calrissian Deville, or just CC. And if you’re a fan of really awful 80’s metal hair bands, CC Deville.
It seems I went from being incredibly ill to sleepless days and nights raising a tiny kitten as a replacement momma cat. I will do anything to avoid doing the work I set up for myself this year.
When the kitty is more self sufficient, I will start to write and prep for some new shoots. I’m still working the two jobs which eat all the other time, but I don’t hate what I do for a living which helps.
I’ve been writing and rewriting the new college course for the school. I think this past week I had a breakthrough on differentiating this program from the other one we already do. I’ve started to come up with some exercises and projects that will make the program more hands on, interactive and fun.
And soon I have to get the time to edit a few more of these greenscreen things I have in my queue…If only this kitten would stop monopolizing my time.
“Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song”