As y'all know, I had some really sick fuzzballs a while back. One passed away. But after emergency vet-care and lots of patience, they got better and were all homed.

With the exception of one: Rogue. She has kidney disease. Since moving, and switching to a new vet, her condition has gotten a lot better. She's grown some(though she'll always be kitten-sized), and has finally put on some weight. She's responded to treatment so well, that the vet expects her to live a fairly normal life. It's very heartening.

I haven't handled Cash's death very well. It's been a long, hard road for me; but it's been decided that we're bringing two rescue-parrots into our home. Their owner is dying of gastric cancer, and has been desperately trying to rehome them before she goes into hospice. We'd been planning to adopt one-- but ended up with both.

And, I'm aware I haven't been doing much posting; I've been busy with professional work, and fighting severe depression. When I bottom-out, I bottom-out. I was diagnosed bi-polar, and suffering from abuse-related PTSD, on top of it. Medication helps, but when I'm on a low, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. It also gives me incredible migraines.

So please, be patient with me.