Fiber Follies

Is one gorgeous boy! I don’t know if I dare to bring another home.

But~

How often have I just wandered down the rows and ONE cat has picked me out of the crowd? That fella just started head-butting the glass of his cubicle, pawing at it and making purr-motions, and kneading, and wouldn’t take his eyes away. When he finally did I walked away. And went back. He had his back to the public viewing area but soon turned, and started the love again.

How often have I walked in to say hello and been put in a visiting room right off with a cat? How often has the cat just clambered all over the place, very happy to be out and among people? Ernie purred the entire time. Nice little rumbly purr too.

He’s been roughed up a bit. His owners had front-declawed him. Then apparently turned him out because he was “too much responsibility”. He’s five years old. It must take quite a while to decide that a pet is “too much responsibility”. He was carried to the Humane Society by a neighbour. I guess the responsibility of taking him to a shelter was too much to bear. He had a broken canine, which remains have been extracted. He’s missing the tip off one ear. His fur is dull and bedraggled and he’s a bit thin.

But oh dear Lord that cat is all love inside. He’ll be fed. He’ll be snuggled whenever a volunteer can snuggle him. Any health problems will be taken care of.

But he’s at the shelter and really needs a home where he can just love his humans to bits. That’s the sort of kitty Ernie is.

It might not be fair to bring him here. The cats already living here have suffered through two companion deaths and one new addition recently. I’m not sure that the upheaval would be good for them, or for Ernie.

He’s still a love.