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kybearfuzz) wrote2016-03-18 07:05 pm
At the Animal Shelter
There is no defined amount of time a person should wait to look for a new pet after the death of the previous one. It depends on the readiness of the person and one shouldn't rush into it, I think.
However, I've been feeling an emptiness in the house after the passing of Maggie the Cat a couple of weeks ago. I've been looking online at local shelters and saw a couple of possibilities, but I can't say I was ready to adopt one.
The county animal shelter is just down the hill from my house. After work today, I decided to visit the shelter and check out the two possibilities I had considered. One is a male orange tabby and the other was a female black cat. Ideally, I thought it would be nice to get them both.
I checked into the front desk and went to the cat area, a room with a line of comfy cages of cats. I arrived just in time to see a young couple filing the paperwork to adopt the orange male I'd considered. Good for him, I thought. Strangely, he was the only male cat available for adoption. The rest of the cats were female, strangely lethargic, and completely uninterested in vying for my attention.
I pet the orange male tabby as he was still in his cage and he scratched me. It was almost like he was saying, "Hands off! I'm taken!"
So I left the shelter cat-less, which is probably for the best right now. I went in the hopes of finding that cat that seemed to be a good match for me, but it didn't seem to happen.
It's okay, I'm patient.
However, I've been feeling an emptiness in the house after the passing of Maggie the Cat a couple of weeks ago. I've been looking online at local shelters and saw a couple of possibilities, but I can't say I was ready to adopt one.
The county animal shelter is just down the hill from my house. After work today, I decided to visit the shelter and check out the two possibilities I had considered. One is a male orange tabby and the other was a female black cat. Ideally, I thought it would be nice to get them both.
I checked into the front desk and went to the cat area, a room with a line of comfy cages of cats. I arrived just in time to see a young couple filing the paperwork to adopt the orange male I'd considered. Good for him, I thought. Strangely, he was the only male cat available for adoption. The rest of the cats were female, strangely lethargic, and completely uninterested in vying for my attention.
I pet the orange male tabby as he was still in his cage and he scratched me. It was almost like he was saying, "Hands off! I'm taken!"
So I left the shelter cat-less, which is probably for the best right now. I went in the hopes of finding that cat that seemed to be a good match for me, but it didn't seem to happen.
It's okay, I'm patient.
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While I'm handing out unsolicited advice, I'd like to plead the case for not declawing your cats. Won't belabor the point -- just that it's akin to chopping their fingers off and leaves them defenseless should they get outside. A scratching post can be really effective with most cats.
Good luck!
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