I am sad. This little bar that I go to had a Kitten that someone dropped off. It was living outside. They fed it and gave it water, and a warm box to sleep in. This was a very friendly kitten. As an animal lover, I would bring it some treats, pet it and cuddle with it briefly before I would go in for beer and hot bolognas.
I was contemplating bringing her home. I hesitated, fearing my current cat, Nittany, would not like having another cat at home. My hesitation cost dearly, as on Friday evening it was run over by a car.
They had her funeral on Saturday morning. Daisy was her name.
Posted by tbux at October 26, 2003 09:07 AMNO!!!!!!
You can't let a kitten outside. You just can't. I have two cats -- both ex-feral -- and let them both out, but I'm still nervous everytime I let Stinky out. BatCat will be fine, she's a hunter and alert all the time. But Stinky is just too friendly and addicted to being petted, and not very, er, worried about anything. I worry that he'll probaby think an oncoming car will be really good at petting him. *brrrrrrr*
Posted by: Tuning Spork at October 26, 2003 03:48 PMThat really is too bad. House pets, in the grand scheme of things, are pretty insignificant but yet we become so attached to them.
I remember going to the humane society and looking at a dog to get. I decided to wait until the next day to get him, but like an idiot I didn't tell anybody I was interested. I went back the next day and he'd been destroyed. I felt miserable for weeks afterwards.
Don't feel bad Tom, it wasn't your fault.
Posted by: Rob at October 27, 2003 12:02 AM
