So I've been sick for the past three weeks. Finally got to a doctor on Monday and I am battling larengitis and a sinus infection among other things. I've only been taking Kia out for quick potty breaks. Well, Monday night, a little black kitten roaming the parking lot followed us home. I put Kia inside and called out to it. He ran right up to me. He knew who the sucker was.
So I let him in. He seemed free of ear mites and fleas and I gave him a dose of Frontline just in case. Kia was curious, Zam and Logan were pissed.
Kitty growled, hissed and swatted Kia, Kia backed off. Zam came to investigate, hissed, growled, kitty growled and hissed back. When Logan slunk into the living room, all hell broke loose. Logan went under the bed, haven't seen him since. I put kitty in Kia's crate with food, water, blanket, and litterbox. Howled, then realized he wasn't going to be let out, so nibbled some food and around 10 p.m. fell asleep.
He was quiet all night, woke at 6 a.m. and howled for my attention. I notice he never used the litterbox. I let him out for a little bit. Hissed and growled at Kia and Zam.
He peed in my sink and on my floor. Put him back in the crate where he howled and try to break out. He nearly broke his leg in the process.
Took him to the vet at 9:30. He got a clean bill of health and was FLV negative. I decided to vaccinate him.
So I took the documentation and him over to the shelter. The thought continually crossed my mind that I could try to foster him, but Logan and Zam were stressed out and they are my loves and my first and foremost concern.
He was so quiet in the car. Till we got close to the shelter and then he mewed at me. I just started bawling.
Got my composure back and went inside. A woman was surrendering what must of been her pet. A gorgeous young black lab. The lab was glued to her side as she cried filling out the paperwork. When the officer tried to take the dog to the back, it broke it's collar and ran right back to the woman. I started to cry again. (Took the officer several attempts as it kept breaking it's collar and each time was more heartbreaking to witness)
The woman behind the counter acknowledged me and asked if I was bringing in a stray. I confirmed. She asked if there was any way I could keep it. I told her if there was, I wouldn't be there. She was sympathetic...her co-worker was not. Couldn't believe I had spent the money I did on the kitty at the vet to not keep it. I just said I wanted to help the shelter any way I could and if that meant me eating the cost of vaccinating the cat, so be it. The rude woman came out to look at the cat and told me that by surrending it they could not guarentee him a home nor would they give me a "last chance" call. I was heartbroken but told her I understood.
He just sat in the carrier and purred. When a volunteer came to claim him, I gave him a kiss on the head and wished him luck. He'll make a great pet if someone adopts him.
Before I left I made a donation to the shelter.
I bawled the whole way home and hugged Kia and Zam. Logan still won't come out from under the bed.
I hope I did the right thing.
Kimmy (in tears)
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