Just thought I'd share this with you folks. I'm sure that most if not all of us here are pretty good hearted folks so I hope you all would have done the same.
I had this neighbor across the street from me. They had this cat, apparently the cat had been in a fight a few months ago and lost an eye...poor thing. Anyway, real friendly cat...always came to say hello if you were outside, but the owners never got the injury checked by a vet. I never thought much of it since the cat seemed to be fine. So a few weeks ago I notice that these people are moving out (found out yesterday that the house was foreclosed), again I didn't think much of it...and I still would see the cat outside all the time. Then a week ago I was talking to the guy next door and he had confirmed that they had left, and while he was telling me this the cat wondered across the street to say hello. These s**tbags had left the poor crippled cat behind. (which I am hearing is happening a lot lately)
Now, myself and my wife have this problem of not being able to be indifferent, and especially hate people who are cruel to animals. So I knew I couldn't just sit back and watch this cat starve. But I couldn't take it in permanently, since we already have a wacky dog, and we just got a kitten and the two of them are a handful as is. So I set food and water out on the patio in the yard and coaxed the cat over whom I have dubbed one eyed wilma (after "one eyed willie" the treasure hoarding pirate from the 80's flick "The Goonies") Anyway, the cat made herself at home in my yard and i set out to fine a home for her. All the shelters are full here, and animal control takes them to a place to be adopted out, but they also put them down if it takes to long...it's pretty sad but I knew they'd kill her since she need medical attention and is missing an eye, not very attractive to folks who want to adopt.
So I figured I had to do this on my own. So I asked around for days, and finally found a friend of mine that was willing to take her in med expenses and all. Real nice Mormon family, and they said if worse comes to worse they'll get her fixed up and get her into another home, but it looks like it'll all work out for poor one eyed wilma.
Now, I'm mainly a dog kinda guy. But I can't stand to see any animal in need go ignored, my wife and I have rescued several dogs that we found wondering...and have either got them back home or into new ones. But this leaving the pet behind to fend for itself is just sick...would it be so hard to try and find the pet a new home or worst case give it to a shelter, but to leave it out and hope it finds a home on it's own or just move out and leave the pet in the house (which happens a lot animal control tells me) is criminal to me. People like that should not even have tax dollars wasted on them by being put in jail...they oughta just be shot in my book. It only takes a phone call or two to deal with a pet who can't move with you...abandonment is horrible and also illegal and comes with hefty fines and jail time if it's severe.
Anyway, I just am happy that I could help the nice cat find a home where it will be cared for and not be left like trash.
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People don't think these things through. They probably decided it would be just fine in the wild, not realizing that a domesticated animal lacks what wild animals have. A friend of mine had a rabbit about ten years ago that her father bought for her. It was an angora rabbit, meaning it was basically a huge ball of fur with a face. Well, while she had it I went to her house once a month to shave the rabbit because it was matted since she never brushed it. I kept begging her to let me keep the rabbit or to turn it over to animal control or something since she kept saying how much she hated it and didn't want it. She wouldn't do any of the above. Then one day she calls to tell me she let the rabbit go. "It looked so happy!" Yeah, right. She let it go in the middle of a park that was smack dab in the center of a busy, over crowded city in NJ. All she had to do was give me the rabbit and I would have taken care of it. Instead, he probably got eaten by a cat or run over by a car because he didn't know anything but the inside of his cage until then. I keep hoping someone picked him up and took him in, but being NJ I doubt that happened. I love this girl like a sister, but I never really did forgive her for that. And now I find myself going to pet stores every year around Easter and begging them to not sell the rabbits until Easter is over. This rabbit was an Easter gift, and many Easter bunnies end up the same way.
Good on you for caring for the less fortunate.
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And now I find myself going to pet stores every year around Easter and begging them to not sell the rabbits until Easter is over.
Good on you for caring for the less fortunate.
I personally go out of my way to inform potential pet store customers about the store stock. Most of those creatures come from mills, puppy mills, kitten mills, ferret mills and bunny mills you name it, they can and most often do come from a mill. For those unfamiliar with mills, breeding stock is most often kept in crowded, filthy conditions. Normally bred every time they come into season and often don't survive their second or third year or are destroyed in some inhumane manner when they are no longer productive.
Roadie, you sir just hit my list of 100%'ers. Thank you for caring about those unable to defend themselves.
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My son's "nanny kitty," Dactyl, was diagnosed with cancer two months ago. Ever since he was born, she was the cat who would come running if he cried, would come and meow at us if he was crying and she thought we weren't paying attention, and would put up with his pulling her tail or legs without complaint, and who would respond by batting at the cat dancer or peacock feather when he went 'fishing for kitties.' Last Sunday, she took a turn for the worse and I had to take her to the vet to be put to sleep. As you can guess, the household was distraught. His nanny kitty had always been there as long as his five year old mind could remember, and we'd had her for about 13 years after adopting her from a vet who had rescued her and her kittens from a rooptop A/C unit.
We went to a nearby amusement park in an attempt to take our minds off things. On our way home from the park while cruising along the interstate at 65 mph I saw this tiny kitten the size of my fist sitting terrified on the white line at the edge of the highway. Even as my wife was saying, "Was that a kitten?" I was pulling off the road.
I trotted back, picked up the kitten tucked it into my shirt and returned to the car. I handed the kitten to my wife and went around to get behind the wheel.
Now this is where it gets interesting. My son is on the autism spectrum. He has Pervasive Developmental Delay. He watched The Three Lives of Thomasina a dozen times about six months ago, and not at all since. The plot revolves around a cat that 'dies' (he doesn't, actually) and gains a second life as the pet of a lady who is an animal healer; and then a third when the healer and the vet get together to save the vet's daughter (whose cat Thomasina had been). He saw the kitten, which does not look anything like the orange marmalade that was the star of the movie, and said, "Mommy, can I see my Thomasina, please?" And the kitten has been Thomasina ever since.
It is interesting that he made the connection between Dactyl and this tiny kitten, between his nanny kitty who had to go away and this new kitten that found its way into our lives and tolerates his rough handling and afffection. (We won't let him touch the kitten without one of us present.) Thomasina isn't a replacement for Dactyl, but there are a number of people including our vet who think that Dactyl sent this kitten to us so we wouldn't grieve.
What we haven't been able to figure out is how Thomasina ended up on the highway when there are no houses nearby. Our best guess is some miserable SOB abandoned him where we found him. There is a special place in hell waiting for people who abandon pets merely because they are inconvenient.
Just can't help myself...all this love is warping my mind. I'll tell a story from the other end, about being a meanie.
Last week at work I used an air rifle to nail a pair of pigeons in the compressor building I'm responsible for keeping clean, because they were messing all over the equipment and the floor. Then I went to one of the others and wiped out a pair there while I was at it.
Dunno if any of you have ever had pigeons loose in a building. But if you have, you'd almost swear you had flying cows instead. You know:
Little birdie in the sky,
dropped some whitewash in my eye.
Now aren't I glad that cows don't fly?
Anyway, when I relieved one of the other operators this week, I mentioned that I had cleaned up the pigeon problem in his area and mine, temporarily at least. Instead of thanking me, he gave me the evil eye. Then he frostily told me he'd spent several days listening to the peeping of the baby pigeons high in the top of my building get progressively weaker, until finally he didn't hear them anymore.
I told him, "you know what? I don't feel real good about that. But if their parents weren't housebroken, I doubt they would've been either. And this is a compressor station, not a bird sanctuary."
Hey Troy, I gotta agree with you on the sky rat situation, not only is it a nusance it's a health problem. I'm not a cat lover myself, but to just turn a domestic cat loose to potentially die from starvation. An animal as described would and did make out OK because it was friendly. Roadie's actions were commendable, so here's to Roadie... HOORAH!
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I honestly beleive that God Blessed me with my little Herbert. That little critter has been good company and he depends on me to take care of him.
It would be pretty lonely with out haveing a pet around.
I worked for the park system. People dropped pets there all the time. Dogs, cats, you name it. I found a California Desert tortise one time. I had a cat. He died over a year ago. I miss him. I have two dogs I rescued too.
Hey Troy, I gotta agree with you on the sky rat situation, not only is it a nusance it's a health problem. I'm not a cat lover myself, but to just turn a domestic cat loose to potentially die from starvation. An animal as described would and did make out OK because it was friendly. Roadie's actions were commendable, so here's to Roadie... HOORAH!
I think Roadie done good, JJ. Don't get me wrong.
I have a three-legged Beagle under my desk as I write this, and it cost me more to have his shattered leg removed than I paid for him and his hunting partner both. He's basically useless as a rabbit dog now. He gives it his all, but I wind up hunting him down and carrying him back after he plays out; he just can't keep up.
I suppose good sense would've dictated that I have him put down instead of operated on, and spend the money on another hunter instead. But I couldn't do that to an animal that looks to me for love and protection; loyalty is supposed to be a two-way street.
Troy is he healthy, happy and loved? If so you done right with the leg. Dogs are addaptable and I bet he enjoys the 'ell outa' getting out there and hunting.
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I personally go out of my way to inform potential pet store customers about the store stock. Most of those creatures come from mills, puppy mills, kitten mills, ferret mills and bunny mills you name it, they can and most often do come from a mill. For those unfamiliar with mills, breeding stock is most often kept in crowded, filthy conditions. Normally bred every time they come into season and often don't survive their second or third year or are destroyed in some inhumane manner when they are no longer productive.
That's why we got our dog from the SPCA. And my Alice (a rabbit) was also a rescue. Alice was well trained, but for a 2 lb. animal she was meaner than a demon. She came from a "bad home" originally, as I was told, although not given the details. She was sweet as could be to me because I fed her and gave her ear rubs, but she bit everyone else.
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Thanks for all the comments folks, it's nice to know the rest of the gun nuts are animal friendly. I haven't heard from by buddy that took the cat,, and I will call him tomorrow...but I assume since all is quiet that all is well. Heres a shot of the cat in my yard...as you can see there is only a reflection from the one eye...not the best pic but the only one we have...marble the kitty and Rusty my dog are watching as the one eyed loafer strikes a pose for them
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