hurry up and wait

So I`m sitting here waiting for the Gas Man and thought too much.
Thats what its like living a country life. Get ready for something and then sit and wait for it. Like Spring. Oh, I am so ready for Spring. Last week, Wendy from Cranberry called me and asked if I had room for a mom and two of her kittens. Being the never say no person that I am, I said yes.
When I went to pick her up, I saw she was preggers and her two kittens were , like, a year old and man, did I have fun trying to crate these babies . They are ferral , of course , and hate humans. So now I have holes in my hands but oh, well.
The point is, there`s this beauty of a cat , sitting in a huge crate with a birthing box in it, in my kitchen. I must check her 10 times a day to see if there are any babies yet and to make sure her dish is full. She has belonged to someone sometime and that makes me angry . That someone would toss this good kitty to fend for herself. She is used to the dogs and talks to me now . I pick her up and brush her and she purrs her face off.
One of her two kids escaped on me and is running around the house having a party with my other cats. I have no idea if its a male or female as no one could get to the point of checking without being battered and scratched to shreds. The other one is getting to a point where I can touch it and soon I`ll have it out , cuddled and sexed. Then off to the vet for either spay or neuter.
And , I`m still here waiting for the Gas Man. In the country thats a way of life.

later !