In other cat news, a local tragedy has been averted for three fluffy people now named Leila, Cally and Maya.
Two weeks ago, their humans packed up and moved to Texas without telling them. I didn’t find out about it until Leila (nee Eight Ball) showed up at my door early Sunday morning, asking for food. A lot of food. I started putting food outside the house for her. And for Cally (their second cat) when she showed up. The man next door told me he’d talked to his sister, who might adopt Eight Ball . . . but that still left two abandoned cats (I hadn’t known about the third one before then). I was thinking I’d have to get them to the local Humane Society, which has a no-kill policy and a good adoption record, but that still didn’t sound great.
I needn’t have worried. Stacey, my neighbor, was on the job. Last night she told me she had talked with other people who knew the fugitives, found out what was going on, and decided to adopt one of the cats and find homes for the other two. Stacey lets them live in her garage, away from her family’s two dogs, and has set up food and water bowls, beds and scratching posts for them. Plus she named them, and is trying to find which veterinarian has cared for them.
I saw Eight Ball, er, Leila, a little while after we spoke. I wanted to remove her old flea collar, but she was too busy chasing the bugs that were flying around our lawn. This is the first time I’ve ever seen that cat play. Stacey and her family are doing great with their new guests.
In other cat news, a local tragedy has been averted for three fluffy people now named Leila, Cally and Maya.
Two weeks ago, their humans packed up and moved to Texas without telling them. I didn’t find out about it until Leila (nee Eight Ball) showed up at my door early Sunday morning, asking for food. A lot of food. I started putting food outside the house for her. And for Cally (their second cat) when she showed up. The man next door told me he’d talked to his sister, who might adopt Eight Ball . . . but that still left two abandoned cats (I hadn’t known about the third one before then). I was thinking I’d have to get them to the local Humane Society, which has a no-kill policy and a good adoption record, but that still didn’t sound great.
I needn’t have worried. Stacey, my neighbor, was on the job. Last night she told me she had talked with other people who knew the fugitives, found out what was going on, and decided to adopt one of the cats and find homes for the other two. Stacey lets them live in her garage, away from her family’s two dogs, and has set up food and water bowls, beds and scratching posts for them. Plus she named them, and is trying to find which veterinarian has cared for them.
I saw Eight Ball, er, Leila, a little while after we spoke. I wanted to remove her old flea collar, but she was too busy chasing the bugs that were flying around our lawn. This is the first time I’ve ever seen that cat play. Stacey and her family are doing great with their new guests.