i'll have to give up the kitten...so i'm practising detachment...starting now...you see i'm saying kittten...not otherthings...even a few days back i was anxiety-ridden (stilll am to some extent)...everywhere, in every thing, i'd hear phantasmic tiny meows calling out to me...frantic small paws scrabbling-scrabbling-scrabbling reaching out for me...which reminds of some poem by heaney which describes the drowning of a kitten...shit! now i'll worry about crib-deaths again....or whatever...am trying not to think, feel (or is it that i am feeling nothing really and trying to put that down as a voluntary effort?)..will upload the snaps soon