Last night Hope somehow managed to fall and catch her hind leg between the box springs and the bed frame leaving her in agony as she was dangling towards the floor from her leg which was NOT in a good angle at all. Naturally I rushed over to try and free her before she suffered something permanent and got savagely bitten by her messing up my dominant hand because I didn't think to grab a blanket or something to protect myself. She's already acting normal and I've got the worst injury I've ever had with half a dozen punctures in the first joint of my first finger so my hand is swollen and really not sure how useful the Walk-in clinic's medical care is when all she said was 'here's an antibiotic you don't need to do anything else.' So if it doesn't get better in a few days I'll have to consider possible Emergency room care although this weekend is going to be brutally cold down into the negatives and snow on top of that.

Honestly about the only good (I hope) thing I've seen is that between Thursday and Friday someone put two styrofoam totes with blankets in them on my grandmother's property for the cats. They even included some wet food. I just hope they aren't related to whoever took my kittens as I hate not knowing what's up with them plus I haven't seen Frigga in 4 days now and I fear the worst given Granny's was her home and she was always there.