Life in the Woods.

There was a shivering dot on my driveway Saturday morning. This little guy- I’m calling him Hobbes- was petrified. He had a broken femur and teeth marks on his thigh. 

The past few days have been cuddly. I had to fix the vet’s computer to afford Hobbe’s surgery- it was worth it. He’s on antibiotics and can now limp around my couch. 

We’ve been watching a lot of Lost. I swear he can see it, his blue pupils- which haven’t fully developed- scatter the screen. He always perks  when Vincent runs on.

I’m highly allergic to cats. I’m covered in hives even with Clariton pumping my system. Last night i woke unable to breath- I  had to use an inhaler four times to steal a breath. I can’t keep him.

He’s Hobbes after Thomas Hobbes. The naming after a philosopher was stolen from Lost (I’m on season two). Thomas Hobbes believed life in the natural state was short lived. 

Naming something makes it harder to give away. 

I love this cat.