Okay, this one is going to burn your biscuits. It certainly did mine. I was talking to a work bud today and she told me that her daughter saw a Dorito bag in the middle of the road that was moving. She stopped to investigate and you guessed it. There were two tiny kittens in it.
Two extremes on the two-legged animal spectrum. One that would leave helpless beings that depended on them in the road to be annilated and one that was the good samaritan that saved them. Kudos, Michelle to your daughter.
Tale two:
I was contacted last night and asked if I'd foster a heavily pregnant cat that if not pulled from the shelter would be put down. The plan was to have the cat aborted and spayed. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, but I agree. We have no room. No one to foster more kittens. We are a small organization that is already overburdened with critters and only a minscule handful of fosters. Three other pregnant cats were taken in previously and six months later we still have the kittens. So knowing that this cat's kittens would not make it I was at least comforted with the knowledge we could save the mom. I was depressed all morning about this. And I was worried about the cat. They are like any other mom. Losing their babies is hard on them. They grieve.
But alls well that ends well. My co-rescuer called and told me instead of a pregnant female, we had a chunky male. So Kiki is now Cocoa. And what a beauty he is. I'll post pics later. Talk about a sigh of relief:)
The last tale:
Waldo, my son's darling, and the rest of the world's nemisis had to be boarded for the first time. The boarder gives a report card to the parents/owners when they pick up the cat... Waldo didn't pass.
Two extremes on the two-legged animal spectrum. One that would leave helpless beings that depended on them in the road to be annilated and one that was the good samaritan that saved them. Kudos, Michelle to your daughter.
Tale two:
I was contacted last night and asked if I'd foster a heavily pregnant cat that if not pulled from the shelter would be put down. The plan was to have the cat aborted and spayed. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, but I agree. We have no room. No one to foster more kittens. We are a small organization that is already overburdened with critters and only a minscule handful of fosters. Three other pregnant cats were taken in previously and six months later we still have the kittens. So knowing that this cat's kittens would not make it I was at least comforted with the knowledge we could save the mom. I was depressed all morning about this. And I was worried about the cat. They are like any other mom. Losing their babies is hard on them. They grieve.
But alls well that ends well. My co-rescuer called and told me instead of a pregnant female, we had a chunky male. So Kiki is now Cocoa. And what a beauty he is. I'll post pics later. Talk about a sigh of relief:)
The last tale:
Waldo, my son's darling, and the rest of the world's nemisis had to be boarded for the first time. The boarder gives a report card to the parents/owners when they pick up the cat... Waldo didn't pass.
