Less Improvement.......

It's about 3 weeks ago since Dad's accident. He's doing better with his broken ribs, but suffers from depression. Thankfully his doctor is helping him a lot, today we have an appointment at the hospital with a therapist from the geriatric group. It's supposed to be kind of a "talking" meeting with psychological background. Dad was also offered to join a geriatric group that meets periodicaly - I hope that will cheer him up a little bit and give him some distraction. Most of the time he is only sitting in his rooms, watching TV, sitting in front of the computer or only thinking about the accident. Yesterday Elli more or less broke up their relationship - the main reason is because Dad will not have a car any more and she feels too young to sit at home (her own words).......
As I said in my last blog, I'm pretty much stuck at home again to support Dad in all his needs. Sometimes it's very tiresome and I also have times where I feel helpless, depressed and start crying for no reason. We are still facing the problem with all of Dad's stuff sitting in our house, which also drives me nuts some times. Example: next week a friend of mine from Switzerland is going to visit us for three weeks. There is absolutely no way that she could bring her suitcases into the guest bedroom as the hallway is blocked with Dad's old stereo cabinet and the speakers. He doesn't use this stuff anymore, he doesn't want it in his rooms, but he also doesn't want to get rid of it. So it sits there and collects dust. I have to find a solution for that within the next days......

I'm also facing the next problem right now, Moritz is obviously sick, but I can't figure out what he has. He's absolutely not activ any more like he had been until yesterday, he's not eating, just sleeping on the floor and his whole body is like dead weight on him. So, when I return from the hospital later this morning I will have to take him back to the vet. I hope it's not anything serious, I'm worried.

Last Sunday (Mother's Day) Momma Kitty brought me her 6-7 week old kittens on our deck, they are hiding now und the hood of the grill. There should be four cute, red little guys, but they are rarely all together. Momma Kitty now spends most of the day on the patio as well. I'm desperately trying to find good places for the babies, as they wouldn't have a nice and for sure not a long life outside as wild cats. Sadly last Saturday we found Smokey (one of Cutie's brothers from the litter one year ago) lying dead on our porch. As far as we know there is only Cutie left from that litter - Socks died last fall for some reason, our neighbor found her in a ditch on the other side of the street. Baby Garfield never showed up again, so out of four babies it seems like only Cutie, the runt, stayed alive. I don't want the newborn kittens to have such a life. As much as I would like to keep them it's not possible as we have already four in the house.

God, I only hope life will become a little bit easier again these days. It's almost to much to deal with and I'm soooooooo tired......