Agggh.. I'm having a guilt attack about Catherine today.
I wrote to Maury, the president of the sanctuary, to see if I could come visit this weekend. Next weekend is better, he said, as they're in the midst of relocating 100+ cats. But he's going to try to find Catherine today to let me know how she's doing.
I worry about her so much. She seemed happy living on the street, seemed to have her little thing going on. The boy cats were always just in the parking lot, waiting for food or for one of the cat ladies to stop by, but Catherine was never so easy to find. She'd come over to my place and plop down in the grass so I could rub her belly. She seemed happy. And unlike the other cats, she never tried to get in my house; she seemed very much an outdoor cat.
When I went to the sanctuary to check in on the cats a week after their arrival, they were still in quarantine.. Meaning: in a cage. I went to say hi to Catherine and she hissed at me. Hissed! Catherine! Guuuiiiiilt.
I'd take her home to be an outdoor cat in a heartbeat if I didn't have a roommate to worry about. I may talk to him about it. Re-check with friends with yards to see if someone wouldn't mind feeding a pretty little Russian-looking kitty and letting her hang out in their yard.
Oh, I hope she's happy, and the boys are happy. I hope I did a good thing for them.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
