For Christmas David and I gave each other "Romantic Weekends" (Yes, with each other!). We're leaving tonight for a trip to Quebec City for the Winter Carnival. I can only hope that I don't see any cats freezing in the cold. ("Cat Rescue" is not another word for "foreplay", trust me.)
I received a message from one our foster parents about a little black and white guy that has been hanging out at a construction site. Her message was as follows:
"Beth, we have a homeless black and white boy cat living in one of our condo sales centres that we are renovating. He is SUPER SWEET. I took pics of him last week. A few of the construction workers began feeding him and letting him stay indoors. But we are scheduled to finish construction there on Feb.15 and turn it over to Sales...Again, he is very sweet, loves people - even melted the hearts of burly construction men! He goes up to anyone and meows for a head rub and possibility of a new home."
She sent the following pathetic pictures of him:
I'm hoping somebody will step forward and give this guy a foster home. We'll get him neutered, vaccinated, etc. I'm just worried that he'll accidently get outside before we can find him the foster home and I'll lose him. Right now, he doesn't seem a bit interested in going back outside, but he'll be thinking about girls soon enough.
If you can help, please let me know as soon as possible. I can't save them all, but I think I can make a difference in this guy's life. I'm calling him "Mike" with hope that it seems construction worker-like - "Mike Holmes"?
Please help Mike....the clock is ticking for this guy and he'll be just another casualty the streets.