A couple that adopted our OTHER big boy Brando (who had been abandoned at the same shelter) reached out to us about rescuing this other sad guy:
It was 35 degrees Celsius with a humidex of 43 degrees today. (95 degrees and 109 degrees Fahrenheit) Without air conditioning, this shelter quickly becomes unbearable. Sweat poured from my menopausal face as I arrived at the shelter with an extra large cat carrier to retrieve our boy:
When I put him in my car, I pointed his carrier to my car's air conditioning. I watched his face brighten as he lifted his chin and allowed the ice cube air blow into his fur. Never did I appreciate air conditioning more than I did at that moment.
He was greeted with open arms by my feline gang as our big boy waited patiently for his new Dad to pick him up. He's going to have an awesome life.
If he were mine? I'd name him "Bob". Bob Big Boy :)