I was having dinner with my best friend at her condo which is right around the corner from the Humane Society, so I stopped by and took a peak at Sam, the declawed cat. He is a real sweetie. Big like Hal's deceased cat and very sweet. I stopped by Hal's again tonight to drop off a corrugated cardboard scratcher to put in the area where Buddy is scratching his carpet. He called me this morning to tell me (or complain to me) that Buddy was still scratching in front of the basement door.

Hal said he doesn't want to think about giving Buddy up. I explained to him that Sam was alot more like his deceased cat (he keeps trying to compare Buddy to him) in that he was BIG (so big the cage he was in was a little cramped), was front declawed and had a splotch of orange under he nose. I told him that Sam was in desperate need of a home because he was depressed. I'm hoping that'll give him something to think about.

I go over there unannounced and it doesn't faze Hal a bit. The director of adoptions (a friend) at the Humane Society said I've gone WAY beyond the call. But I can't just pick Buddy up and walk out with him. What I WISH I could do is go get Sam and bring him to Hal's and take Buddy back.

*sigh*