CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
I'm such a damn mush.
The wife gets home yesterday and a stray cat called her out right on the street. Cold, kinda skinny, and meowing her (?) head off. No collar either... great. SWMBO, of course, instructs me to go get a can of tuna and maybe a box with an old blanket in it.
Ok, done.
Cat continues to meow piteously. We arent allowed pets, I tell my wife more than once. More plaintiff meowing. We go back upstairs and you can hear her crying up 2 stories and through glass windows and doors. So I get the bright idea that my friends who are cat lovers can foster her while we try to find its owners or a forever home. No good, they are visiting family in Texas until monday.
More heart-wrenching meowing and crying. And now the wife has tears in her eyes.
Needless to say, there is a cat in my house right now. An illegal cat. A vocal, illegal, gassy cat. I'm in love with this damn cat.
We gave her more tuna, which she scarfed, before she went over to the radiator. Hungry? check. Cold? check. Scars on nose from a fight with something most likely bigger than her? check. She doesnt seem to be flea-bitten, has clean ears, and doesnt appear to be STARVING, which leads us to believe she is lost or abandoned after having been taken care of. After getting a little more used to us and the apartment she goes from being a little skittish to my shadow.
She hasnt swiped once, or bitten, or ran away. If I walk to the kitchen, she's on my heels. If I sit down, she immediately hops in my lap and headbutts my armpit.
I tell you right now, whatever I have to do to get this cat a forever home I will do. We are taking it to the vet to see if it is chipped, see how old it is, if its really a girl or if its a boy and then we are going to get it fostered and see it through to a forever home.
This damn illegal cat will not spend another moment outside in the cold for the rest of its life.
The wife gets home yesterday and a stray cat called her out right on the street. Cold, kinda skinny, and meowing her (?) head off. No collar either... great. SWMBO, of course, instructs me to go get a can of tuna and maybe a box with an old blanket in it.
Ok, done.
Cat continues to meow piteously. We arent allowed pets, I tell my wife more than once. More plaintiff meowing. We go back upstairs and you can hear her crying up 2 stories and through glass windows and doors. So I get the bright idea that my friends who are cat lovers can foster her while we try to find its owners or a forever home. No good, they are visiting family in Texas until monday.
More heart-wrenching meowing and crying. And now the wife has tears in her eyes.
Needless to say, there is a cat in my house right now. An illegal cat. A vocal, illegal, gassy cat. I'm in love with this damn cat.
We gave her more tuna, which she scarfed, before she went over to the radiator. Hungry? check. Cold? check. Scars on nose from a fight with something most likely bigger than her? check. She doesnt seem to be flea-bitten, has clean ears, and doesnt appear to be STARVING, which leads us to believe she is lost or abandoned after having been taken care of. After getting a little more used to us and the apartment she goes from being a little skittish to my shadow.
She hasnt swiped once, or bitten, or ran away. If I walk to the kitchen, she's on my heels. If I sit down, she immediately hops in my lap and headbutts my armpit.
I tell you right now, whatever I have to do to get this cat a forever home I will do. We are taking it to the vet to see if it is chipped, see how old it is, if its really a girl or if its a boy and then we are going to get it fostered and see it through to a forever home.
This damn illegal cat will not spend another moment outside in the cold for the rest of its life.