the elusive yeti

the sun has finally made an appearance over san francisco. the bay area has been bummed for weeks. it has affected the tiny too. six-year-old mitch has had nothing but cancelled t-ball games for weeks.

i didn't get much sleep last night because my cat, the elusive yeti, had three nightmares. she cries out in her deaf person voice - all flat and overly loud. she won't stop until i say her name, YETI! which i have to yell because she can't hear well. somehow (boyfriend) doesn't wake up. he's one of the lucky ones. the elusive yeti has been having more and more nightmares. somewhere deep inside i'm afraid she has cancer. she's 15. she's white. she was feral for a while before i found her. she was living outside, homeless, exposing her tender white pinkness to the sun day after day. she does not appear to be in pain. ever. but she is thin and she cries out in her deaf voice almost every night now. i'm going to have to take her in. i think the time has come. she's so sweet. she's a frail, little old lady.

sometimes when i hold her close i feel she might disappear into my chest.

the yeti.
this is probably what she looked like as a youngster. i didn't know her then.