Hormones suck. They can make you feel as bad as if you have the flu, which is exactly the way I’ve felt since Friday. I’m extremely busy this week with exams and grades. I’m also preparing to do a major catch-some-cats and spay them. My neighbour Nachum is willing (and happy) to cover the cost of 20-25 cats on my street and on Oshishkin, provided that Sharon and I can catch them and get them to Ronen. That is such fantastic news that I’d be dancing around if it weren’t for fear of yakking, heh. First on the list is Gingi Shalosh Reglayim (Gingi 3 legs), who as a much smaller kitten (he’s about 6 months now) got caught in the motor of a car and had his tail nearly cut off and lost the use of one of his back legs. He gets ill quite often, never having gotten proper medical care –another neighbour did take him in to the vet when it happened but couldn’t keep him inside long enough for him to heal properly or get all the meds he needed. So Nachum wants Ronen to do a full care-taking of him, even if it means removing that back leg –personally, I think he is better keeping it as he seems to be able to use it a bit for balance but, on the other hand, being outside if he were to get it caught in something he’d not be able to get himself free and could do himself worse damage. We’ll see. He will at least get all his shots, vitamins, be neutered, and hopefully get his eye infection cleared up. He is incredibly sweet and gentle but everytime I see him half hopping, half dragging himself along to get his little food, it reminds me of the description of Captain Holly dragging himself along so injured in Watership Down and makes me really sad.

I have political rants to make as soon as I get time (stupid stupid bill to allow Israelis abroad to vote!), lots of free-floating angst over the future (my future in particular), and the discovery of a tv show I’ve gotten hooked on (Brothers and Sisters –two thumbs up).