Because of the fiesta this weekend, all of the adults are
drunk, and it appears that the children are taking care of their
responsibilities. As I am now a member of the family that left me in charge of
the family’s chickens, cat, and dog, an uncle’s horse, donkey, and dog, and
somehow some random sickly kitten that showed up on the doorstep a few days
ago.
Of course, because I am a freak, I couldn’t just feed and
water the animals. I had to fix (aka rebuild) the chicken coop, brush the horse
and tend to it’s wound, and set the crying dog free and keep her by my dog’s
side so not to lose her. Roxana has been taking care of the cows and pigs. You
would think that we were encouraging our parents to get drunk more often,
because when they come-to from a 48 hour drunken stooper they will find their
animals cleaner, fatter, and in healthier living situations.
Doña Juana asked me last week why the hens I bought weren’t
laying, I said I wasn’t sure a became concerned. Quickly, today I realized its
because she stopped feeding them and was letting them scavenge for food instead
of keeping them fat and healthy.
I had been treating the sickly kitten, until I got ahold of
her diagnosis (thanks mom and dad), cancer. Then we cut down to just ibuprophen
so it wouldn’t suffer, but I couldn’t kill the thing. I was waiting for Doña
Juana to come back to this world so she could break its neck quickly and
painlessly, but as of this morning she still wasn’t with us. The poor kitten
had crawled its way to the sunlight and was sprawled out, weak, and waiting to
die. It had vomited up all of its food and medication the night before.
Incompetence is torturing me to my core, and this little
lady had to show up and wave ineptitude more clearly in my face, just in case I
wasn’t catching on.
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