Over the Moon…

  
So this is Luna. Dorus found her at the bins in Santa Gertrudis two weeks ago. He was biking all the way from Cala Tarida on tour to San Juan. What can you do? A special surprise it was when he entered the house and I heard the sound of unstoppable meoowing. His bag…The meoowing came from that bag! I was not immediately amused by this, but soon I got overwhelmed by an enormous feeling of sympathy. This sweet little creature dumped in the bin or maybe she slipped away? Who can tell. But we need to take care of her and keep her alive! Fortunately a girl close to us could help us with some kitten milkpowder and the things you need to feed a kitten.. I met her late in the evening at the café here in Cala Tarida where she handed over the milk, the teats, bottle…hahaa we felt like real mums. The kitty was sooo hungry when I gave her the little bottle.

What really surprised me is the power in this tiny little body. So much life.

The next morning I went to the vet to buy a storage of milkpowder and the days after that to buy new teats at the petshop in San Antonio as Luna broke all the teats and she still does. Lovable as she is..it’s a fierce one 🙂 So I decided to let it this way after cycling to San Antonio multiple times. I became a regular costumer at Eden, the pet shop, the last weeks. The broken teat works perfectly fine now…it gives a bit of a milky mess, but a lot better than living at the bins without nothing to drink Dorus says..(annoying 😉 And it’s kind of cute when Luna is licking these tiny milky paws of hers. What’s not to love?

Liefje, our Mastercat from Amsterdam, doesn’t like her that much (yet?). Hissing and looking all surprised and at times hugely annoyed. I feel really sorry for him, but need to give it time. The arrival of Luna has caused some changes in our lives too. That sounds serious..like we’re having a real baby hahaa..Honestly, I need to feed her every 3/3,5 hours, also at night. So I need to check the time frequently again (something I didn’t do much anymore here on Ibiza). And there it all goes wrong. Time flies even more and more! Dorus helps as well and took her a couple of days to Casita Verde where he worked on building a chicken house of waste (so I could finish work :). He put her there which was great as she could follow exactly what Dorus did..

I love this little creature and want to keep her alive. And it works. She’s alive and kicking 🙂 Still, I feel worried that I find her dead in the box where she sleeps at night and at times during the day (like a baby kittens need their sleep badly)….But I have a savior to help me stop this crazy thought:  This wonderful, magical song I recently discovered from this amazing singer Gregory Porter. I played it over and over again. Just listen and feel the magic ❤️

 

There will be no love that’s dying here
The bird that flew in through my window
Simply lost his way.
He broke his wing I helped him heal and then he flew away
Well the death of love is everywhere
But I wont let it be,
There will be no love dying here for me.
There will be no love that’s dying here
The mirror that fell from the wall was tragedy that’s all,
It rests upon a rusty nail
Before it made it’s fall
Well the bones of love are every where but I wont let it be,
There will be no love dying here for me.
There will be no that’s dying here
Four flowers is my aging faces, not a sign within
I payed for three a sweet old lady gave me four instead
There’s some doubt that’s out about this love but I wont let it be,
There will be no love that’s dying here for me.
There will be no love that’s dying here
The bird that flew in through my window
Simply lost his way
He broke his wing I helped him heal and then he flew away
Well the death of love is everywhere
But I wont let it be,
There will be no love dying here for me
No-o-o-o oh
There will be no love that’s dying for me
There will be no love that’s dying for you and me
Oh there will be no love dying here
No-o not for me
There will be no love that’s dying here
No-o-o
There will be no love that’s dying here
No no no no no no no no no no no
There will be no lo-o-o-ve dying for me.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s