So, remember that stray cat I took to the Humane Society earlier in the week? Er, it turns out he wasn't a stray after all. Oops.
While I was out Friday getting my roots done, a guy came to the door and asked Jim if he'd seen a black and white cat. Jim told him yes: we'd taken him to the Humane Society. To which he responded, angrily, "That was you?" and then accused Jim of "stealing his cat."
Well. It's probably a good thing I wasn't home because I would have loved to tell him that his cat was in worse shape than the ferals that have been out on the street for years! The cat was so skinny, and it wasn't just that: it was filthy and matted! What kind of cat owner lets their cat get like that??? Arg. Anyway, I wasn't home, good thing, so we didn't make an enemy in the neighborhood. Jim was a little more mellow than I would have been and didn't make accusations of neglect. He just said we've found feral cats dying in our driveway (true) and had to take them to Dove Lewis (our awesome animal ER), and that this cat didn't look like it could survive the winter outside; that we were trying to help it. The guy cooled off and that was that.
We didn't see the cat all weekend, but now he's back out on my writing room porch looking cleaner but still scraggly-skinny, which I suppose could just be the way he is. I guess he's old. His name is Einstein, and I'm very glad he has a home, and I'm not feeling at all contrite about having taken him to the Humane Society. If you saw this cat, you'd never have believed he had an owner!!! It was a sobering trip to the Humane Society, too. They have a dry-erase board at intake telling how many cats/dogs/other they took in the previous day, and how many they adopted out. In one day alone they'd gotten 22 cats! Holy smokes! And adopted out 18, which is pretty good, but still leaves a balance of 4 kitties. And then there's the dogs :-(
They have a great ad campaign, "End Petlessness" -- isn't that cute?
Do you have pets?