Well, I didn't, and neither did two of my new friends. This past weekend, we opened our hearts - and our wallets - and filled a shopping cart (a 'trolley' for those of you in far off lands) with dry cat food, wet cat food, dog treats, and cat litter. Big bags. Massive. Like if you had to empty them out, you could sleep in them if you so desired. But you wouldn't smell so nice if you did that.
Either way, we then trotted off to the local Humane Society where we did the Christian thing and dropped off all this food for the poor homeless animals at the shelter. The folks behind the counter were most grateful for the donation. And the heavens opened and the skies filled with the angelic sounds of harps!
We couldn't leave without taking a look inside the aptly-named "Cat Room". Inside the "Cat Room" were, well, cats. But surprisingly, not many of them. And mostly kittens. After about five minutes I demanded that we leave for fear that I would take away as many of these cute beasts as I could fit under my sweater (jersey for those of you in far off lands).
Should I have followed through and taken home a furry feline, I wonder what his/her welcome party would consist of, for I already have two of these fine beasts at home. The one would welcome the new addition, perhaps play. The other, well, the other is the demonic spawn of underground evil cleverly disguised in a silver spotted Bengal coat. Would she have welcomed the new addition? Hmmm, not so much. Not unless you consider hissing/spitting/clawing/scratching/biting/back-arching (or a wild combination of these) as much of a welcome. In fact, I think the new addition might not last beyond the night.
And this is why I did not bring home another feline beast. But my heart feels good for at least helping those others. Thanks D & C for jumping in and feeding hungry cats & dogs.
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