What can I say? I am a smooshball about animals.
After a tormented couple of days following my visit to the local shelter (if you missed that heart wrenching post, here it is), the beloved husband and I decided to adopt the one-eyed cat. I was afraid no one would adopt her because of her eye.
Today we went to the shelter to start the process. I considered taking a gas mask but thought that would get us thrown out.
The airlock chamber did not stink quite as badly as last week. It smelled of bleach (maybe they read my blog?). The reception area was not as clean smelling.
I went back to the cage room where the one-eyed cat was and I had to wait until a room was available to take her out of her cage and meet her.
The cages were being cleaned and I took the time to notice that they had replaced the old fashioned ones I remember from years ago with new double tiered cages with a separate chamber for the litter box. The cages were larger and there were two or three cats in each cage with shelves for napping.
That didn’t make it any easier to resist all the eyes on us. There were several cats I would take home in a heartbeat.
I didn’t intend to get another cat until Jake passed on. He is fifteen and slowing down but healthy as a horse, at least as healthy as a horse with diabetes.
My next cat was going to be a male because my other two are females. There is no room for an alpha cat or a drama queen. One-eye is a female.
I thought she was older. She is about a year old or maybe less. She was brought in as a stray with an infected eye which they couldn’t save. In fact, after spending time with her in the meet and greet room, I don’t think she knows she is missing an eye. She was very perky and inquisitive and excited to be someplace new.
She does not look grotesque nor is she unhappy. I may have been played but she is with us to stay. The beloved husband is going to name her. He wanted Captain Morgan but she is a female. Any suggestions for a one-eyed female cat are welcome.
There are many beautiful cats at the shelter. There was a boxer (dog) wandering around the office greeting people. He was beautiful and very calm. If you are in the market for a pet, check out your local shelters. If you can’t adopt, write a check. They need that too.
People who work in animal welfare are very special people. It doesn’t matter if it’s lobbying, fostering, cleaning poop, walking dogs, volunteering or working in the connected fields, they are just very special. Not all of us can do that. Not even those of us who are fervent animal lovers can handle the sadness that comes with it. Kudos to you all!