Friday, January 23, 2004 guiltcats
The former mate and I are leaving town in less than a week, and our efforts, combined with those of the cat ladies, have still not found a permanent home for Obesiecat and The Other Cat.
One lady came and looked at them, and played with them, and talked baby talk to them, and touched their little feet. This went on for an hour, and my hopes were high. Except she was supposed to come back today, dragging her boyfriend (who doesn't even live with her) in tow. She wandered out the door, and I haven't heard from her again. Or her stupid boyfriend either.
The cat ladies will find some place to board them, so it's not like they're going out onto the street.
I feel really bad, though. They've been treated like people for seven months, and the idea of them going back into cages for a while makes me sick.
None of my foolish ideas for what to do with the rest of my life after the study is conducive to living with kitties. For the next couple months, I'm going to be couch surfing in one place or another, and even if the cats wouldn't be incredibly upset by being dragged around from town to town, the places I might be staying tend to have territorial animals of their own.
Gah. I'm such a sucker.
Again: anyone within a couple hundred miles of Richmond, VA who might want to live with a pair of good, grownup cats who have to stay together and have to live indoors, please e-mail me. posted by Frenz | 1/23/2004 05:04:00 PM
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