It went something like this over the phone this morning..
Me: Short story, I have a cat I want you to pick up.
County: We don't pick up cats.
Me: Well, I can finally hold it and bring it in the house, have someone take it away see if someone owns it.
County: [she kind of repeats it and says no one is coming to get it].
Me: Can't you come get it and see if it's spayed at least?
County: Is part of the ear snipped?
Me: BINGO!
County: Well, we did that and let them free to roam. The ear says it's been spayed. Don't feed it, it will go away.
Me: Well I didn't know that, thanks, bye.
County: Click.
I now read a little bit and I'm not too worried about how dangerous they are. I'm up on my booster shots. Bigboy is the biter, this one is not. I went back and forth wondering if I should grab it, but the poor thing will outlive me. It's better off in the wild without me. If anything I fattened her up for winter.
The one here is pretty skinny and off the meds... Dr. never called about the refill and when I read the side effects, better the cat be without the stuff. Sister comes over and says to put it to sleep. I said I read cat info mailed to me and said the cat is not in pain. She says her girlfriend's cat had the same condition and on the meds for it. She said it got so bad, the cat could not climb in the box and pooped all over. Sounds familiar. But I think this one does it to spite me. She's up her on the couch catching sun in the morning and with me now. That's a lot of climbing.
No, she sits looking out that sliding door, watching me play with two cats outside.
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