i really don't give a fuck about the stupid car industry.

however, i'd like bicycle over to detroit to spend money in bars and go to concerts and dance clubs there and there's currently no way for me to do that and won't be until they open the new bridge.

https://globalnews.ca/news/11827049/gordie-howe-bridge-deal-not-reached-talks-promising/

i'm still plugging away. the laundry is basically done. bugs and rats are gone. everything's clean, insulated, weather proofed, plugged. i have a chair for sewing. i might get a mirror still. it's rough but that's fine. the last issue in there is turning over the air to clear out the smell.

the bathroom is almost done. it's all cleaned up. i''ve got the makeup table set up with some extra lights. the last thing is mirrors, again....and getting the landlord to fix the hole. that will probably be the last issue.

the bedroom is getting there. i'm still working on shelving and fixing the stereo in here. i've got curtains, hangers, a filing cabinet and room for shelving sorted out.

the kitchen is almost there. it's just shelving.

the garage has made some progress. 

the rest should be relatively rapid, and the studio is last.

maybe saving the cat is in some way atonement for killing the rat.

it's quiet in here without the constant crying and meowing.

i got the cat out of the vent alive. it was emaciated and starving to death. it took hours of coercing, talking to, coaxing, light shining, etc. 

i got it outside and it was actually frisky and happy and very docile and well behaved. it's a young cat - not a tiny kitten but young. it doesn't seem to have fleas, but it may have roach bites and it needs to get to a rescue and i got it to one.

i've been torn all night about this. what's upsetting me is that i got the cat to trust me and i'm sure it did trust me and i'm contemplating whether i broke that trust.

when i got the cat out of the vent, i took it to the sun room, fed it some chicken and gave it some water and gave it some human attention, which it craved. the cat was crawling over me in a few minutes and crawled right up into my lap to go to sleep. it's been through a lot and i can tell it was just happy to be safe for the first time in weeks.

the cat instantly started following me everywhere. i get it. but it's not exactly what i want in life. still, it broke my heart enough that i kind of said ok about it. then i opened the door and it instantly ran into the upstairs unit, which was home until the crackheads got evicted. i let it go, i let it take a run through, and it saw for itself what the truth is - it's all gone. i went up to get it and it followed me back down.

the humane society then showed up to take it away. at that point, i wasn't sure i wanted them to take it away anymore.

of course, it's the right thing to do. i may be able to give the cat attention now, but i can't nurse a starving cat back to health. i googled it and it's not as easy as just feeding it. you can kill it by overfeeding it. i can't really afford a cat, either. i certainly can't afford all the vet costs.

what i was able to give the cat - trust and friendship - is arguably more important to the cat.

i just sent them a follow-up - the cat needs care and will be better off with somebody with the resources. that is in the best interests of the cat. 

however, i didn't save this cat's life to have it euthanized. 

i asked them to call me if the cat is not quickly adopted. i'll take it. i'll figure it out. that's fine.