I have named Piglet.
I was working with him yesterday – feeding him his potato and cereal- and he was spitting food everywhere and his name suddenly came to me. Jude.
He has been a hopeless case right from the beginning but Saint Jude does not give up. Even though I was only a Catholic as a child I still like the idea of Saints.
So Jude it is.
His new guardian Ann likes the name too.
With a name he seems more of the world- more grounded. I feel like I have finally caught the string that hung below his bobbing balloon and his wee self has come down to rest.
Though if course like all the little pigs on the property he answers to ” Piggy – piggy! Piggy – piggy!”
Three times last night he came down to the bedroom yacking for more food. Each feed request spaced about three hours apart too. Then back to bed he went. I cut up my old clown suit using the legs to make sleeping bags. Warm tubes. He creeps down the fabric tunnel until his nose pops out the other side. I fold the end over his tail and he sleeps snug as a bug in a rug.
I think he has turned a corner.
Though last time I said that he descended back into gastric hell. So I won’t say it out loud! He is still messy but his attitude is better and he is eating like crazy as long as it is in a bottle. He still has no interest in food off the ground.
I have no photos from yesterday but it was a cloudy overcast intensely quiet day. Not much wind, no big machines, grey, ordinary, silent.
Molly’s eight are over their bout with runny bottoms. That only lasted twenty four hours. So I think soon we will all be healthy. Jude will catch up.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Celi
WEATHER: Rain coming this morning.
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26 responses to “JUDE”
Getting over the bout with runny bottoms has me smiling so big…those words and your way with words makes my day !
Good name for the piglet. He will not be embarassed as an adult with a name like “Piglet” when he is a big boar. And, yes, St. Jude has been helping out while St. Cecelia has been singing lullabies to keep the little one feeling safe.
Love it…the name, the saint and the song!
Jude is a good, strong name. I like it!!
When my Pa still lived in Montara, both he and his wife worked in jobs where there was quite a bit of turnover. My Pa worked for the Navy, so people were transferred away as regularly as the moved in. His wife worked in a tourism sort of job, where people also transferred to other touristy destinations rather regularly. Consequently, they brought home a few cats from families who had moved away. Some came with embarrassingly silly names. When I would go to their home on weekends, I sometimes had to call the outside cats in at night. Fortunately, none of the silly names were too embarrassing for me to yell out into the neighborhood. Two cats who went to homes in San Francisco were named ‘Herpes’ and ‘Fartsy’.
Good God. Fancy calling a cat Herpes!
EXACTLY! Who would do such a thing?! San Francisco is like another planet.
Celi, what a good choice!! It’s great that you named the little poo bum! Hey… wait a second… Isn’t “Hey Jude” a song from the Beatles? And a companion of mine’s brother’s name is Jude! So many coincidences…
Jude is a lovely name