*scritchety scratch*
Jul. 24th, 2002 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeBenedryl is kicking my sorry ass right about now. I've been sick for so long, but I finally decided to get some kind of OTC medication for it. I took a pill yesterday and one much earlier today, but neither time had this much of an effect on me.
I feel drifty and dreamy, like floatyness in space kinda.
Now I see why The Priest They Call Him takes these to help him sleep. Screw Xanax. Benedryl is the way to go!
It was pouring down rain this evening, so I decided to take Edgar outside to see it. I don't believe he's ever had the chance to see rain before. So, I clipped his new harness on him (he hates this) and went out front to the steps for a sit. He ran around me a lot, trying to get away from where the rain was coming in. After awhile, I sat down and he crawled himself into my lap.
We just sat there for a spell, me listlessly scratching his tummy and he gnawing gently on my fingers. I stroked his wee head and missed Midnight more than anything.
I'm going to get a new ferret, I reckon. I have this huge empty cage which is just simply going to waste. Penny, my mom's friend who owns the pet store where I bought Edgar, suggested that I contact one of the ferret rescue centers in NJ. She told me that they do get a lot of babies (I don't want to get an adult, I'd rather raise one so it's more comfortable with me, its surroundings, and the other pets), so it wouldn't be hard to aquire one. I just worry about temperment and such. I don't want one which will turn nasty. So far, I've lucked out with the two that I've had.
Though there was that evil creature, Damien, whom I was sitting for a time. He bit straight through my thumb and I vowed to never open his cage. His owner had to come over every day to play with him and give him social time. He was a wee mean beastie.
Somewhere along the line, I lost my fearlessness of animals. I used to be able to just dip my hands into a bucket full of rats and play with them, with absolutely no fear of being bit. And I never /did/ get bit. By any of them. That's how I wound up with my dear departed Nicodemus.
I just reached in and she hopped onto my hands. But, now when faced with a situation where I could possibly handle a strange animal, I flinch away from it.
I wish I knew why.
I feel drifty and dreamy, like floatyness in space kinda.
Now I see why The Priest They Call Him takes these to help him sleep. Screw Xanax. Benedryl is the way to go!
It was pouring down rain this evening, so I decided to take Edgar outside to see it. I don't believe he's ever had the chance to see rain before. So, I clipped his new harness on him (he hates this) and went out front to the steps for a sit. He ran around me a lot, trying to get away from where the rain was coming in. After awhile, I sat down and he crawled himself into my lap.
We just sat there for a spell, me listlessly scratching his tummy and he gnawing gently on my fingers. I stroked his wee head and missed Midnight more than anything.
I'm going to get a new ferret, I reckon. I have this huge empty cage which is just simply going to waste. Penny, my mom's friend who owns the pet store where I bought Edgar, suggested that I contact one of the ferret rescue centers in NJ. She told me that they do get a lot of babies (I don't want to get an adult, I'd rather raise one so it's more comfortable with me, its surroundings, and the other pets), so it wouldn't be hard to aquire one. I just worry about temperment and such. I don't want one which will turn nasty. So far, I've lucked out with the two that I've had.
Though there was that evil creature, Damien, whom I was sitting for a time. He bit straight through my thumb and I vowed to never open his cage. His owner had to come over every day to play with him and give him social time. He was a wee mean beastie.
Somewhere along the line, I lost my fearlessness of animals. I used to be able to just dip my hands into a bucket full of rats and play with them, with absolutely no fear of being bit. And I never /did/ get bit. By any of them. That's how I wound up with my dear departed Nicodemus.
I just reached in and she hopped onto my hands. But, now when faced with a situation where I could possibly handle a strange animal, I flinch away from it.
I wish I knew why.
