Pages from my Grey Cat & Rose Red Journal
Ivy and LIME SULPHUR
The terrain that was helped by Ivy’s Rose Rabadi was fetid and famished. And I had created it. I had fought a losing battle with three dismal, stunted, foul fumblers at work, and when help came, I mistrusted it and sneered at it. It bolted. The result was a disturbing alienation, isolation and a regret that began to squirm like a 100 sibilant hissing snakes inside my repentant soul!
I was locked under the thick crust of mediocrity and malevolence that pounced upon the whole mess and drowned every last inch of hope about resolving or making up.
I could not believe that I had actually bitten the hand that came to feed me and allowed a pitiful handful of wrinkled wimps at the top to scuttle away with all my treasures.
Then earnest little Ivy, tranquil as a rain washed grey hibiscus, my small cupcake of peace, got that ferocious fungus. It was a kind of mange. Her ears, head and neck were covered with hard and crusty little knobs like nits, and she tore at her scratchy fur and bled, then began to look like a pallid ghoul glaring out of a gloomy window in unnerving Stephen King terrain.
Luckily a new vet had just opened his clinic four houses away from me. He called it the James Herriot Clinic, quite impressive. I took him to poor Ivy there and he gave me three different antibiotics to spray over her. So within three days the mange seemed to vanish after which it came back with fury! I then remembered The James Herriot name and something bad attached to it. Some years ago a woman had come to the newspaper where I worked to tell me about this vet who had treated her sick kitten with Crocin which had killed her. I was horrified and begged Ivy to forgive me.
Her fungus got worse. She looked like she had come out of a Stephen King movie.
Fungus balloons in offices too.
I had found out in my own job that this resulted in all of me, inside and out, feeling fungus festooned. Hard red little pebbles of malice crawled all over work and worth, bald patches began to show up in my career, my courage and my creativity. I too began to scuttle off or hide behind dismal holes and corners…
I shifted Ivy to the comfortable terrace outside the house to safeguard the other cats. I was amazed by her immediate compliance. She lived outside on her own very calmly and never tried to come in. My neighbor next door, a preachy sort of pest advised me to immediately throw my cat out saying she would bring me all kinds of bad luck and even harm my house. She was very easy to ignore.
Ivy showed me what a polite and gentle patient she was. I then remembered a vet called Dr. Lohith who was our City’s best vet for cats. He had spayed Kittles when she was almost a feral stray cat and had received many scratches and hisses from her!
Along with a dose of antibiotics, he told me to get Lime Sulphur for Ivy from Cash Pharmacy, a very popular store and the only one that made this liquid medicine specially for consumers. It had to be ordered.
Ivy had to be coaxed to sit outside in sunlight and then washed with the lime sulphur which would tackle the mange. Initially she ran away from it but after a few hits and misses she allowed me spray her with it. And slowly, day by day, the awful mange, those blood spots began to fall off her fur.
Within a month she was fully cured and her fresh new grown fur began to shimmer with the sweetness of glorious silvery Rex Begonias! I found Lime Sulphur mentioned in other books by vets who recommend this medicine.
This story is about how rose rabadi can feed us when we are starving or fuming over the impertinence of life’s bad turns or burn out. I began to scrabble for the small, innocent left overs in my life, to feel better. And as Ivy’s Rose Rabadi brought them to me I found they could also be shared with cat persons who read this journal splattered with rose-cat-office-scum-fungus related issues, and a crazy jumble of walking as meditation, an anxious desperate tumble into lime sulphur cat healing, and a daily nudge by roses hidden under the squirming quagmire of my derailed career.
I rested inside a calming little library littered with rose books and other sundry tidbits and dug out facts. I put the morsels down. A tiny candle glimmered in the thickly swollen rock hard void. It led me towards better tidings for pesticide-clobbered roses, if not fo
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