Twinkle is curled up in a fetal position and still breathing. I don’t know how long she can exist on the tiny amounts of food she’s eating. I put fresh food out for her this morning, giving the rejected overnight feeding to the Catz and/or Big’Un. Later today, I put most of THAT out and added fresh to her dish. She smelled it and walked off. I’m not going to force feed her. I refuse to take her to the vet to have her poked and prodded. I’ve prayed that she won’t suffer and will either be healed or die a painless death and I hope one or the other will be soon.
Cuz came and fed the animals today. She also picked up one of the vehicles that’s been parked for months. When she called me later, she said most of the air was out of the tires. No wonder, it’s been sitting for so long.
All day long, tracking has said that the permanent replacement for my temporary coat would be delivered today. A little while ago, it was updated until tomorrow.
I was supposed to go inspect the persimmons but I never got up enough energy to do it. I need to print off whatever I need to shop, anyway, so tomorrow will probably be The Day. I surely don’t want to wait until Wednesday. The day before Thanksgiving is not my favorite time to go grocery shopping.
My clothes are probably dry and I’m pretty tired from watching Twinkle dwindle away. I guess I’d better go take care of them and get to bed. With my eyes closed, I can’t see Twinkle not eating.