I now have a dilemma of my own.
This is Carrie. She is a spayed, declawed 14 year old cat that her owner dumped off at the shelter today because (and I quote) "She doesn't play with me kids anymore more." Her two children, ages 3 and 9 were both with her at the time. Her 9 year old son was clutching Carrie and sobbing, saying goodbye. The woman was sniffing as if she was crying. I told her "Look lady, can the fake tears, you get no sympathy from me, turning in a 14 year old cat you've had since she was a kitten."
What the hell does she expect this 14 year old cat to do??? Jump through hoops??? Go chase a ball?? In human years, Carrie is 98 years old!!!
After spending a little time with her, I went to the director and told her I wanted to take Carrie home and foster her (probably till she goes to the RB at this point) providing they update all her shots, test her for Feline Leukemia and Aids, and put Revolution on her. She agreed.
Call me a crazy idiodic whackjob, but I cannot in good conscience let that poor old sweet cat spend the rest of her days in a cage, in a hot garage at the shelter.
She's coming home with me on Monday after I drop my daughter off at the airport.
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