04/18/2025
I've been worried the last week and a half or so, worried as I thought about the little guy in the video below. Poor guy's clearly not feral and most likely was dumped near the kennel. I've called him Cat #3 and fed him any chance I have seen him; he's been trusting enough not to run from me and welcomed any attention. Last time I saw him I made my mind up that if I could get him home that I would - and as luck would have it, there he was yesterday afternoon right off the bat as I arrived and walked up to meet me with the Big Boy & the little one. How could I think of anything else but helping this guy? I tried to get him into a cat carrier to no avail. I sat on the hill as he let me rub under his chin. I went in to walk dogs and all I could think of was that I hoped he'd still be close by when I went to leave. Thankfully, he was. He's been resting on top of a pet blanket - two-sided, thicker than most - that is sitting on the top of a crate full of compact discs in the basement. He'll rest up, eat properly - and when he's comfortable enough, I'll clean him up and take him to my vet. Even when it comes to my friend City Dog Buck, as well as he handles his time at the kennel - I worry a little about him, every day. A dog wasn't meant to live in such a small place - sitting inside of it the majority of the day, robbed of life's little pleasures. I'm never going to ask anyone to take pity on one as wonderful as Buck is - no, in time I know in my heart that someone will discover Buck and open their home and heart to him. I just wanted to share with you my thoughts, my distraction. Oh, I may not have spent time with Buck yesterday - I only walked two dogs before I went back out in the hopes I'd get that little guy home - but his champion Kathryn did and I'm certain that he had a wonderful time. Besides, I will see him in just a few hours myself.