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on too many kittens

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i heard myself in an angry outburst at one of th kids of th household we were visiting. during our lunch with them, he had apparently questioned th truth of something i had been saying, doubting i had ever taken any med at all for high bp. i screamed at him again about how i should have been taking it almost my entire life but had already been taking it too many years to count, yelled at him for picking on me when he so obviously knew nothing at all, nothing. th entire table was subdued over my outburst. i was so livid that i had difficulty returning to my eating, got upset over dripping some of th juice from th meat on my trousers

diagonally across th corner from where we were eating, we noticed a stray kitten creep into our garage, up close to th street at chesnut ave. then another stray, then another. i counted more than 20. we already had 5 cats, so had no room to take in any of these. th exterminator came with a big truck that blocked th street, putting ducts through th front windows to blow in dust that would work on th fleas, but also giving us some cannisters of more dust we would have to spread through th house over th coming days. since we couldn’t yet go back into th house because of th exterminator’s dust, you walked around on th sidewalk, pocketing your cell phone while using th house phone to call animal control about maybe taking some of th kittens away. it was sunday, and an automated message on animal control’s answering machine told us that for stray kittens, we would have to wait 30 days then call them back if th kittens were still there. you told one of th exterminator’s workmen – who were relaxing on break before a job across th street – that 30 days would mean th kittens would be just about to start up with th next round, since they were already almost old enough to have more kittens of their own

inside th house, which now was like th madison place, we were going through th house inspecting and dusting with our cannisters. i paused near th sunroom doors, wanting to hold you and tell you about how this was one of my most favorite spots of this home, was one of th reasons i was happy to be living here again with you. but when we tried to turn on th wall light, it sputtered sparks, bad connection that could short out and start a fire if we neglected it much longer

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Written by macheide

13 June 2009 at 4:04 am

Posted in oneirra

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