Everything was great, i was thinking how it's a pity i manage to find amazing personalities but always females, and what a shame it is that i don't have a single lesbian bone in my body because then i'd be set for life, partner-wise. Then i got thinking, i wonder if any of the neighbours can see me, dancing in flowing movements all over my kitchen singing 'love, love will tear us apart,' a gourmet sandwich in one hand and a cat in the other, meowing along with me. Oh it was a wonderful sight, but i'm sure not so wonderful for prying eyes so i hope for their sake and for mine actually, no one saw. Haha i'm so gross i should be shot right off this planet, and a shame i don't have lesbian bones? i think not, heterosexual bones will do me just fine.
Anyway, so it was quite a normal night, about 11pm, a nice sandwich and some juice and i went downstairs to watch some teevee. Then it got saddd. The cat that was once in my hand had disappeared outside and returned to the door (very proudly) with a dead baby rat in his mouth. I'm always sad when that happens because Monty thinks he's done something great (but let me tell you he is no killer, he's so wonderfully thick and slow that he finds dead things on the ground and THINKS he caught them.) I let him in "Montyyyyy nooo i don't like your presents!" but then shockhorror it is not dead it is alive and doing this horrible coughing. Shockhorror, it is not a rat it is a tiny baby possum with blood on his/her (i think his) ears. I was soo sad and didn't no what to do and was crying because there was this poor little animal dying on my floor and coughing this horrible cough and shivering. Cursing my cat i shut him upstairs and got a blanket and gently rubbed him dry with a towel and put him in a roomy cotton sock on top of a covered hot water bottle to warm the little soul up. It was horrible he was coughing and he kept hugging my hand and looking for a nipple to suck or something but i couldn't let him go there plus there's no damn milk there anyway. So i quickly did some research and damnit he couldn't have cows milk and that's the only milk i had. So i made some 'rehydrating' substance and gave him some but he didn't really like it.
I kept him on my lap until about 2 in the morning and he felt nice and warm and i could hear wild calls outside so i thought (stupidly) i bet his Mom's looking for him. i got a fresh hot water bottle and lots of towelling and found him a sheltered spot under some bushes in the garden and left him there.
I dreamt that i awoke to my dad saying "he made it all right! Look at the size of him!" and he had turned into a dinosaur with a little possum head. Nah, didn't happen in real life eh. I finally went to check on him the next morning. I don't know why i delayed it i guess i just thought he'd either have gone with his Mom or be dead. I found him and to my horror he was soaked through and still breathing but coughing and on the verge of death i'm sure. I have never felt as horrible as i felt when i discovered him like that. You may notice i refer to the possum as 'him.' I didn't want to name him it was too sad if he died
I rushed to get a new hot water bottle and put him in fresh towels in my room in a shoebox and he was coughing but he slept for a long time. Mum came home and said "where's the possum?" and I was like "how did you know!" and then she reminded me that i had come into their bedroom the previous night and had stood there like a lonely sobbing ghost until Mum opened her eyes and i pitifully asked what to do with the dying possum on our floor. Haha i'm so gay. So mum called this animal rescue place and they said to keep him warm (smuggly i said "done that!")
They finally came to pick him up at 4pm today, 15 hours after he was brought into my life! I'm really going to miss him, i picked the lice off his baby coat and fed him hydrating substances and he scurried up my arms and nestled in the folds of my jumper. I named him Otis
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