Ms. Jeff's Legacy
- Jul 2, 2019
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I am crippled with anxiety and depression right now which may explain why I have such little trust in my fellow person. Or maybe I just don't trust people.
A month ago I trapped a few kittens in a parking-lot and a person who worked at the store there expressed interest in the "white kitten". I explained to her that the kitten wasn't really white, more of a orangey cream color with orange points and blue eyes. She didn't really believe me- okay, whatever.
This little guy proved to be the toughest of the bunch to catch since he was a mama's boy who stuck like glue to his mother and she was no fool when it came to traps. I finally got him isolated from her and convinced him to try a can of tuna- in my trap. The whole endeavor took me three weeks. I called the young lady to ask her if she was still interested and she became giddy with joy upon hearing the news of his capture. She told me she would bring her carrier to work the next day and to I agreed to meet her, kitten in tow. The next morning I took him to my vet to be checked out, feline leukemia test performed, dewormed, and then bathed. I met her on the agreed time of four-thirty, (her check out time) and proudly walked her to my car to see her new kitten. On the way I informed her that it was a boy kitten. That news seem to baffle her a bit since she was so sure it was a girl, but she was still excited and told me that nobody in her family ever had a pure white kitten before. Not really thinking I causally corrected her again and explained that he was not a white kitten but a flame point instead. That revelation seemed to really throw her and she slowed her pace down, her enthusiasm waning. However, when she saw the little guy she quickly became excited again and my uneasiness lifted. She then informed me that she would have to borrow my carrier since she left her's at home. Thinking that was a bit odd, I still felt good about her getting the kitty and I left them both with my blessing.
Later that night I got to thinking that I had not given my new phone number to either her or the store. I thought she may have some questions about kitty so off I went back to the store. As I entered the foyer to the store something caught my left eye. It turned out to be something all right- there in the corner sat my carrier, with the kitten still in it, and a sign that read "Free to good home."
I have to get rid of some of my cats but I don't trust animal control not to euthanize them, my vet not to cop out, and I certainly don't trust the average person.
So here I sit with cats, cats, cats,...UGH!!