.... back comes that orange cat. As I type, that blasted cat is taking a nap on the steps by the garage door. He must be tired after his long journey back from the Lake. That's where we dropped him off on March 12th...... today is the 24th, and he was meowing by the back door this morning.
How in the world he found his way back here is beyond me, and I guess this is the thanks I get for doing with that cat what I absolutely detest other people doing. My only justification is that the orange cat gave me no choice. After scores of bites and scratches, I knew that if we brought him to the shelter he'd be put down immediately because of his bad manners. So I thought I was doing a good thing, by giving him another chance in another town. Oh, silly me.
One of our friends up the road has now told me not to re-locate him again. If (when, I hope) we catch him in the carrier again, L suggested that I bring the orange cat to her and she would get him into the animal rescue program that she's affiliated with. L rescues horses, not cats, but she knows that she can get the orange cat into a barn-cat situation way, way far away from here.
So that is now the plan. Once again, the little cat bed is inside the biggest cat-carrier that I have. Hopefully, the orange cat will want to curl up in that little bed, and I can get the door shut on the carrier and off he will go to L and her rescue-people.
If you're wondering.... yes I did feed the orange cat this morning. He was clearly starving, very skinny and tired, and screaming for Meow Mix. What could I do? I just had to feed him after his travels........ good grief.... I still can't believe it.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I'm back and now you have something to write about?
No comments:
Post a Comment