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swingchickie*sigh*.
late this morning, right before lunchtime, i went to a medical clinic outside of boston. i pulled up, opened my trunk to get my stuff, and as my head was in the trunk i heard this teeny "mew...". i stood up and heard it again... "mew...". i looked to my left, and there was this precious little kitty sitting right at my feet, gazing up at me with these huge blue eyes. she was only a few months old, white with a black splotch on her tail. and she was obviously a stray... she was very thin, no collar, and the fur on the tips of her ears was gone and the skin was kind of crusty, as if she had some sort of skin irritation. i crouched down, and she purred and started head-butting me over and over: "mew..." *bonk* "meewww" *bonk, bonk*
of course, within 10 seconds i wanted to take her home. she was so sweet and friendly, and obviously needed a meal and some love. but if i were to have a 3rd cat, it would 1. piss off my landlord something fierce and 2. cement my future as a crazy old cat lady. i left my little friend and went into the clinic, and as i worked i asked some of the staff about her. nope, they'd never seen her before, didn't know who she belonged to. hmmm. when i went back out to my car, she was curled up in the shade next to it... and when she saw me, she perked up and started the "mew" stuff again. (obviously i have "sucker" written somewhere on me in cat language.) okay, i needed to do something. first i got out my cell and, as she purred and wrapped herself around my legs, i spoke to an animal control officer who said they don't pick up cats, only dogs. grrrr. okay, next idea was to put her in my car and drive to angell memorial (a HUGE animal hospital 20 minutes away and the state headquarters for the SPCA). i figured i'd bring her there during lunchtime, get her some medical care ( i have a credit account with them), and then they could adopt her out once she was all cleaned up and better.
i unlocked my car, scoooped up the little baby, and put her in the backseat. but when i opened my front door to get in, ZOOM! she bolted out the door, and landed at my feet, where she looked up at me again and restarted the mewing in earnest. *sigh*. i tried one more time... scoop, backseat... and as i went to close the door, out she bolted again, this time under the car next to mine. hrrrmm. okay, new tactic. i started up my car, backed up slooowly (in case she was behind me), and hauled ass down the street to a walgreen's. with my last $3 i bought a plastic cat dish and a little can of fancy feast for her, figuring i could lure her with a meal and, as she ate, i could drive her to the hospital. i got back to the clinic, parked, and plopped the cat food in the dish, placing it on the floor of the backseat. but when i got out of the car, she was nowhere to be found. i tried to look for her without appearing to be a total psycho peering under people's cars... but i couldn't find her at all. i waited about 10 minutes, but she never reappeared. so i had to head out to keep working.
i'm so, so sad that i wasn't able to help her. it just breaks my heart. i know i sound totally nuts for going so far to try to get her taken care of... but i can't help it. regardless of the fact that she was heartbreakingly cute and an absolute sweetheart, she's a living creature and she should be loved. it just royally pisses me off that people don't get their cats fixed, and then they have kittens who end up roaming the streets and getting hit by cars or starving to death. and i'm all teary right now at the thought that she might die horribly, when it's not her fault. if only her little kitty brain could have realized that, if she'd stayed put for a few minutes, she might live to be old and fat and happy.
i threw out the cat food and dish at a gas station. i'd thought about leaving it there in case she came back, but if she was long gone it would rot in the sun, and i'd be known as the crazy rep who leaves cat food for strays. *sigh* and i just stopped home for a minute before heading out to pick up a work shipment... and gave my 2 little fuzz monsters the biggest hugs ever.
late this morning, right before lunchtime, i went to a medical clinic outside of boston. i pulled up, opened my trunk to get my stuff, and as my head was in the trunk i heard this teeny "mew...". i stood up and heard it again... "mew...". i looked to my left, and there was this precious little kitty sitting right at my feet, gazing up at me with these huge blue eyes. she was only a few months old, white with a black splotch on her tail. and she was obviously a stray... she was very thin, no collar, and the fur on the tips of her ears was gone and the skin was kind of crusty, as if she had some sort of skin irritation. i crouched down, and she purred and started head-butting me over and over: "mew..." *bonk* "meewww" *bonk, bonk*
of course, within 10 seconds i wanted to take her home. she was so sweet and friendly, and obviously needed a meal and some love. but if i were to have a 3rd cat, it would 1. piss off my landlord something fierce and 2. cement my future as a crazy old cat lady. i left my little friend and went into the clinic, and as i worked i asked some of the staff about her. nope, they'd never seen her before, didn't know who she belonged to. hmmm. when i went back out to my car, she was curled up in the shade next to it... and when she saw me, she perked up and started the "mew" stuff again. (obviously i have "sucker" written somewhere on me in cat language.) okay, i needed to do something. first i got out my cell and, as she purred and wrapped herself around my legs, i spoke to an animal control officer who said they don't pick up cats, only dogs. grrrr. okay, next idea was to put her in my car and drive to angell memorial (a HUGE animal hospital 20 minutes away and the state headquarters for the SPCA). i figured i'd bring her there during lunchtime, get her some medical care ( i have a credit account with them), and then they could adopt her out once she was all cleaned up and better.
i unlocked my car, scoooped up the little baby, and put her in the backseat. but when i opened my front door to get in, ZOOM! she bolted out the door, and landed at my feet, where she looked up at me again and restarted the mewing in earnest. *sigh*. i tried one more time... scoop, backseat... and as i went to close the door, out she bolted again, this time under the car next to mine. hrrrmm. okay, new tactic. i started up my car, backed up slooowly (in case she was behind me), and hauled ass down the street to a walgreen's. with my last $3 i bought a plastic cat dish and a little can of fancy feast for her, figuring i could lure her with a meal and, as she ate, i could drive her to the hospital. i got back to the clinic, parked, and plopped the cat food in the dish, placing it on the floor of the backseat. but when i got out of the car, she was nowhere to be found. i tried to look for her without appearing to be a total psycho peering under people's cars... but i couldn't find her at all. i waited about 10 minutes, but she never reappeared. so i had to head out to keep working.
i'm so, so sad that i wasn't able to help her. it just breaks my heart. i know i sound totally nuts for going so far to try to get her taken care of... but i can't help it. regardless of the fact that she was heartbreakingly cute and an absolute sweetheart, she's a living creature and she should be loved. it just royally pisses me off that people don't get their cats fixed, and then they have kittens who end up roaming the streets and getting hit by cars or starving to death. and i'm all teary right now at the thought that she might die horribly, when it's not her fault. if only her little kitty brain could have realized that, if she'd stayed put for a few minutes, she might live to be old and fat and happy.
i threw out the cat food and dish at a gas station. i'd thought about leaving it there in case she came back, but if she was long gone it would rot in the sun, and i'd be known as the crazy rep who leaves cat food for strays. *sigh* and i just stopped home for a minute before heading out to pick up a work shipment... and gave my 2 little fuzz monsters the biggest hugs ever.
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Date: 2004-10-08 04:04 pm (UTC)I wish more people had the love and respect for living creatures that you have. It would make it easier on you, thinking that perhaps you didn't help her, but the next person might have. But as I've said so many times, you are a very rare person, and the love that radiates from you is equally rare.
Sometimes being visited by an angel is momentary but the effects are forever. I pray her fate changed somehow when you cradled her briefly. Sometimes, Jenn, even that briefest touch is just enough. Just trust in that.
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Date: 2004-10-09 04:59 am (UTC)