Love Thy Blog

According to Magic my poor Fruit Bat blog hasn't been getting much love lately, therefore I am going to update on it everyday this week!!!! Don't believe me? Ha! You just wait and see. I might update twice a day!

Basically, I'm bored and I don't have too much to do this week aside from a research paper. It should be easy to update this blog several times.

For those of you that didn't know my birthday was Friday. Yep. I got to go home and invite my people's over for a small birthday party in which we gorged on fruit, ice cream, cake, and pizza. Especially the fruit. We went to the store specifically to buy some fruit and left with an apple, grapes, an Asian pear, vanilla ice cream, pumpkin ice cream, two chocolate bars, and chocolate syrup. Sad really.

We stayed up watching horror movies til' four in the morning. Let me rephrase that, only three of us stayed up til' four; Snicker Doodle, Luke, and myself. Magic and Ella went to bed early. Eh...I wished I had when morning came. Ah well. It was fun.

Saturday Magic and I went for a walk with Toboe-chan, Skippie, and Tippie and I managed to lose my garage door opener. This resulted in me having to break into the house so that we could leave the dogs and go look for it. Luckily, we found it back in the creek.

Later that day, after everyone went home, I went out to see Ariel who is completely and totally better thanks to M. I rode her for about ten minutes and my butt and legs are so sore now. All I did was walk and trot on her too! I suppose it's to be expected seeing in how I hadn't ridden in about two months. My muscles freaked.

The weekend was fun and I wish it hadn't ended.

...Could you repeat that?

Just a short post today for all my nonexistant readers- and the existant ones as well, I suppose.

Yesterday I went to a gathering of English Majors, and in traditional Bookworm fashion, we were instructed to stand up and recite our name, classification and favorite book/author/poem/poet. You could see the fear and confusion in the air- we had to CHOOSE?

I personally was suprised by my peer's selections- most of them seemed to be the old classics- I like some of the old classics, but for recreation, I prefer something new, usually with magic involved. But, moving on, the group came to a girl who told us all, flatly,

"I don't have a favorite book or author. I only read when people make me."

Say what?!

An English major, who doesn't like to READ?!! Blasphemy!!!

Strange, truly strange.

GREY!!!!

Last night my room mate informed me that I talk a LOT in my sleep. I laughed and explained to her that I was wondering when that would come up because I am well aware of that fact. My brother would tease me mercilessly about it. According to her, two weeks ago she came in and I was asleep. She heard me mumbling and was like,

"What the heck? Is she awake?"

She went towards my bed and I say up saying,

"Grey!"

Then I laid back down and continued to mutter.

I told her that it wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last. I even tend to sing while I'm sleeping. My brother's heard me do it along with one of my friends. When I was little I slept walked around the house.

Ah well. I'll have to look it up later and see why I might do that.

Needless to say, now she wants hear me sing in my sleep. She says that she's going to video tape me and post it on YouTube.

*shakes head*

I'll never live this down.

Uh... Bad Luck?

I know it's bad luck when a black cat crosses your path- but what about a small black dog? Twice?
The Fruit Bat and I were on a nightly ramble once more- as our feet wander, so does the conversation- and as we passed a particular street, she inquired of me,
"Isn't this where we met those dogs?"
I responded that it was the other direction down the street, and we looked ahead once more. To see a small black dog running across the road in front of us.
"No. Our luck CAN'T be that bad," I murmured in disbelief- only to see a small golden lab come tearing around the corner after the black Chihauhua.
I guess our luck is that bad.
Yes, we met Jake and his friend again. Key words being- again. So we called the owner again and got them picked up- it's just too funny. Jake came right up to us just like last time, and Fruit Bat actually got ahold of the small black dog. Someone named it Spanky. Poor dog.
Once again, we witness the animal magnetism of the Fruit Bat.
I swear, I've had more animal encounters with her than I've ever had before.

Thowra - son of the wind

This is a pretty short video of my favorite movie when I was a kid. I LOVE the song the person used for their video. Anyways, take a look.

Give me your tired and your poor

"Give me your tired and your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
send these, the tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

I've always liked this poem, it's message; give me the ones who no one wants, I will take care of them. The reason that this quote is up there is because of what happened today.
The Fruit Bat and I went on a afternoon shopping trip, carried her groceries into her dorm and walked back outside. I looked over and saw a tub, a plastic storage tub, which had been there for a few days. There were flies buzzing around the top of it- and I commented on it to Sarah. Just as I did we heard the cries.
Within the tub were three kittens, very young, wailing for someone to feed them. There was newspaper on the bottom of the tub, and it was scattered with kitty litter, which was full, they sat in their own fecal mater. A bowl held dirty yellow and brown water, an empty food tin stood to the side.
How can someone do this?
The strongest of the kittens, a longhair gray with blue/green eyes, tried to climb out, and I picked him up. Fruit Bat and I stood there, discussing what to do, until the roomate of the person responsible came out to talk to us. We called the office- they didn't do anything, so we asked the R.A.'s permission to take the kittens to the Animal Shelter, this was granted and we went.
The animal shelter was closed and wouldn't open until Monday, so we discussed our options as we fed the starving kittens. Now Fruit Bat is taking the kittens home, and I'm glad that they'll have somewhere safe. They slept on my lap for three hours- so yeah, I'm attached.
The gray one, who we think is male, is called Squall. He's the kitten that the person had the longest, the first one that he pulled out of the bushes, seperating him forever from his mother- one of the many feral cats on campus. We don't think that he is realated to the other two kittens. Squall is quite vocal and affectionate- I already adore him.
The other two are girls, we think, who look like twins. Tawny and striped black, both with clouded jade eyes.
Leo, (or Leones) is the lighter of the twins, more yellowed in the face, and thin. She is the least active of the kittens, and slept most of the time. She attacked the food the most voraciously, and cries when you pick her up- none of them have any fat, so it hurts them when you handle them. She was very sweet-natured, and gave Squall face washes- she also cleaned her sister's paws.
Tigrhi is the darker of the twins, her facial fur more brown than tawny. Tigrhi was the middle road in activity, she wasn't as active as Squall, but moved around more than Leo. Tigrhi was scared, and wanted someplace to hide- unfortunately we couldn't let her find a hiding spot because she might get stuck there- but we did the next best thing, letting her hide under the Fruit Bat's jacket. Once she was covered, she settled down.
It was heartbreaking to hear them cry so hungrily, and then fall asleep from exhaustion, not crying any more because they knew that no food was coming.
I love these kittens, I would love to keep them- but here is the important part- I KNOW BETTER.
I know that I am in a dorm, and pets are not allowed.
I know that I am a student and have neither the money nor the time to properly care for a pet.
Would I love them?
YES.
Would me keeping them be good for them?
NO.
The evidence of this is plain- the kittens are dehydrated, tired, starving, you can feel their bones, they have ear mites and maybe fleas. They're probably sick from sitting in that fetid box for days.
I love my kittens. That's why they are going home with Fruit Bat, who can care for them until they can go to an animal shelter and find a good home.
It really doesn't matter if they forget me.
I won't forget them.

She Saw a See Saw

Or, actually, We Saw a See Saw. On one of our nightly rambles (nightly because foxes are slighly nocturnal and bats are entirely nocturnal) the Fruit Bat and I found a old teeter totter/ seesaw next to an equally old set of swings. Of course, we immediately leapt upon the see saw.

Think back, when you were little, was that not one of THE most awesome playground toys? It ranked right up there with the merry-go-round and the tire swing didn't it?

You never see them anymore- too dangerous, just like you never see merry-go-rounds. (I'm talking about the metal disc with hand rails that you started spinning by running with it, and then jumping on and whirling around until you were sick.)

In my opinion- if a kid is gonna get hurt, then they're gonna get hurt. It doesn't much matter what they play on. We will find a way to hurt ourselves on it. For example- jumping off swings. Or climbing on top of the monkey bars rather than underthem. A child will find a way to misuse/ hurt themselves on playground equipment.

But that's not what this is about. Since foxes are heavier than bats, I was the one having to continually propel us up into the air- which was fun. And I was also the one best able to leave the Poor Fruit Bat suspended while I just chilled on the low end- which was funny. It was nostalgic, and we were both laughing over the sound of the shrieking metal as the see saw moved. Then Fruit Bat decided to get clever. She noticed that every now and again, she'd pop up out of her seat. She decided that even though she weighed less than I did, it would somehow be a good idea to try and pop me out of my seat.

Oh Fruit Bat, Fruit Bat, Fruit Bat...

I went down, Fruit Bat lurched forward, hands coming free of her handlebar, an expression of amused surprise on her face, her mouth open in an 'O' Then slip, slither, slide, she was on the ground, landing funny on her ankle in the process. Silly Fruit Bat.

I rather like our nightly rambles- they are excellent de-stressors. In this area, we've even expeirenced some of the Fruit Bat's legendary animal magnetism. We met two dogs, a little black Chihauha (which I don't actually classify as a dog,) and a young lab-mix. They were lost, and after playing phone tag for awhile, we got ahold of someone to come and take them. The little black Chihauha wouldn't let us touch him- skittish as all-get-out, though the lab thought it was great fun to be petted and adored while waiting for his owner.

We also met a cat- sweet little thing who, unlike other cats I've met, came right up to us to be petted. She likes us!

The picture is sort of an inside joke for Labyrinth fans.