The weather was horrible - lots of snow and slippery roads. I sat at the window looking out and kept talking to myself..."The cat will be fine one more day...no sense in risking my life...yada yada yada..."
I never listen to reason. It was silly to even try. Off I went to the shelter with a mission AND a list to rescue one lucky cat with the following criteria:
1) Domestic Short Hair
3)"Sucky and Sweet"
4) Gets along with other cats
5) male preferred
(Funny how that list resembles my husband...Hahahaha!)
Fortunately, there was only one sweet guy that met ALL the criteria - "Indy"
I kissed Indy told him he was going to be safe and that he was going to the vets right away. See how this makes no sense? He went from one cage into another cage AND was being neutered. (Kind of a good news-bad news thing) Surely it could've waited until the weather was better.
I don't know why, but I think the cats know when they're safe. He settled into the carrier and seemed more than happy to be at the vets and investigate. Whenever a cat has been in a cage for a long period of time, I always let them out to walk around the vets for a big streeeeetch... Tomorrow, he'll go to his foster home to settle in.
(Quick note: I'm intentionally not talking about whatever is going on at the SPCA. Obviously, I don't have all the information. The news isn't using the word "cruelty", but I heard otherwise. Time for me to back out. I'm not comfortable talking politics and it conflicts with my plans and commitment to get more cats out of that shelter. )
Yes. I have plans. :)