I don't know what's the matter with me, but I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of dread when I'm supposed to go to the shelter. Maybe it's because I'm not rescuing the volume of cats that I used to. I *feel* the death in the cat area when I go in on a day when they've euthanized a bunch of cats. I've never felt that before in all the years that I've gone in. But I do now.
There's a little orange guy named "Dodger" at the shelter:
He has a club foot - just a birth defect. It doesn't keep him from running around or using the litterbox. I don't know if he'll make it through the vet day tomorrow or not. Every time I go to the shelter, I keep expecting to see his empty cage. But there he is! I wish somebody would step up and help him. He's so sweet and your typical gregarious orange kitten.
Last week, his eyes told me he had given up hope. Can anybody give Dodger a forever home? I'm going to keep trying until his cage is empty.