I was starving yesterday. What's new? Hubby and I load up in the car, and I become excited at the prospect of chicken and dumplings.
On the way out, we drive by an old kitty in the road. She has an adorable little sweater on that says "Woof". Hubby says, "Let me make sure the kitty is OK." He gets out and pets on her.
Kitty bumps into him and walks another direction. She keeps walking in circles. We didn't know if she was confused or blind. Either way, she was thin and old and in the middle of the road. So we took her home.
At home, we sat out some food and water and she ate and drank quite vigorously. She walked about our basement, bumping into things and walking in the other direction (think Pong, only in feline form). Hubby calls the neighborhood association. I thought perhaps we had some way of notifying people of a pitiful lost kitty. They said not really. So we called the Humane Society. They said they could take her, but no one was there after six o'clock. Perhaps talk to
PetsMart--they have a satellite program, and maybe we could leave her with them.
Before we go, we knock on doors where the kitty was found. Two people were not home. Two others were quite friendly, but said they either had no cats or theirs were at home. We asked people walking on the street. No one was missing an old blind kitty.
So we go to
PetsMart. They said they could not take her, we needed to take her to the main humane society. They have "drop boxes" for strays. A DROP BOX FOR AN ANIMAL. I become horrified. She said, no it's not bad--they have their own little space, you can put in food and water and maybe a little blanket or something. I know that most people check the Humane Society first, and they could scan her for a microchip, so this seemed like the best option.
It seemed like a good idea until we get back. She is full and happy now and has started to meow. She sounded like her voice was cracking from age. It broke my heart. I got all soft and made hubby put her in our cats carrier. I start to cry. A DROP BOX. We are going to put this poor old cat that will surely be euthanized unless her family finds her in 2.5 in a
freakin' DROP BOX. Hubby assures me this is the best way to find her home.
On the way out (still crying) I see some people near the gates of our neighborhood. I told hubby to back up, I wanted to yell and see if they were missing a cat.
"Hey! You missing a cat?"
"YES."
"Has on a little sweater?"
"YES!"
The lady takes her out of the carrier. She cries. I cry more. Kitty nuzzles her mama. God works again in small, profound ways.
