My aunt lives in Iowa, near my mother, so I see both of them regularly. One cousin lives near me in Minnesota, another in town near my aunt. My cousins talked my aunt into getting a cat two years ago, and she (my aunt) is just not happy with him (Sam, the kitty).
Let me hasten to say that Sam is just being a cat. Sometimes nosy, sometimes demanding, sometimes stand-offish. I have 4 cats of my own and have owned a LOT of cats in my day. Sam is just a cat.
Now my aunt is moving into assisted living and while she can have a pet (the AL folks are pretty hip that way), she doesn't want to move Sam. So she's asked me to help find him a home.
Why me? you ask. Why not her own kids?
Here's why: because I care. Because I will make the phone calls, post the pictures, shake the trees to find this sweet cat a home. The shelters here are overcrowded because of floods that displaced a lot of people, so there's just no place for him. To be honest, I don't know what his fate will be. My cousins may press her to have him put down.
A lovable, neutered, ready-to-play cat.
I've had to endure the euthanasia of a pet because of old age or illness. I can't fathom doing that because an animal is inconvenient.
So I'll keep making phone calls and post pictures and hope for the best. It's really all I can do because those who can -- do. Those who can and don't -- are assholes.
End rant. Thank you for letting me vent.
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And we found him a home! Whoo! Long story, but not only did I find a home, I found a backup home in case the first one doesn't work out.
All's well that ends well. I guess.
I'm so glad you found him a home. Sam is one lucky cat.
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