Somebody sent me a video that they thought I might think was funny. It was a bunch of university-aged guys who see a HUGE spider on the wall. They start to scream like girls and try to flick it with a rubber elastic band. It became a competition on who could kill or flick the big ugly spider off the wall. The poor thing was so frightened it ran behind a picture frame. One of the guys flicked a rubberband at it and it snapped two of it's legs off. The spider fell to the floor and tried to get away. As it did, it dragged it's remaining legs - obviously in agony. The boys were laughing hysterically. I closed the video.
I was so angry. I don't like spiders, really. I wouldn't want to have one as a pet, and I have two adult children with severe spider phobias. So why on earth was I so upset?? I wish I could just let things like this go, but I closed the video and felt so awful for this big ol' ugly spider. I'm sure he was squished and forgotten about.
Back to the shelter this morning to meet an adopter! It's been a while since I met somebody at the shelter, but she had adopted one cat from me already and is really a neat girl. Nothing warms my heart more than somebody calling me and saying, "Beth, I want to adopt a declawed male cat from the shelter - he can be the ugliest cat in the shelter...I don't care..."
She came home with the first cat she looked at: "Monty" who is now known as "Cornelius":
My plan was to rescue a HUGE Norwegian Forest Cat named "Noah" today. Unfortunately, on Noah's cage was a note that said he had been urinating blood and for the vet to check him out tomorrow. They had sent Noah out to the Emergency Vet over the weekend, and he came back with some antibiotics. I think I'll wait on Noah to see how he's doing before taking him. He's probably got crystals with a UTI thrown in for good measure. No doubt somebody dumped the poor guy there for pee'ing inappropriately. Assholes.
I ended up rescuing little "Valerie":
For a moment, I forgot all about the video and the spider.