I'm sorry I have been MIA these past few days. I don't have a working laptop and most of my free time is dedicated to being put on hold by health insurance customer service representatives. I live an insanely glamorous life.
Something has been bothering me these past few months, which I felt the need to discuss here: animal neglect.
I go walking two or three times a day. One of my usual routes passes a cat shelter. The store has big open windows with cages in perfect view, allowing passersby the opportunity to stop and admire the felines. Often, I will see people in the shop, playing with the kittens or adopting a cat.
But there is one cat in particular who does not receive this attention.
He is a giant fat tabby with black and brown speckled fur. He is always sitting in the same spot, hunched over, looking incredibly uncomfortable in his tiny cage.
There is a sign on his cage that says:
"When my owners got divorced, neither one of them wanted to keep me. I'm a loving cat who is looking for a good home."
This cat has been at the shelter for THREE MONTHS.
And every time I pass the store, I see children holding kittens or older couples cradling the smaller cats. I have never seen one person even look at this cat. Apparently he's too big, too old, and too boring. It breaks my heart.
First, I completely despise the owners who got divorced and then tossed him aside like an unwanted piece of furniture. This couple should have been fighting over who got to KEEP the cat. Not the other way around. Why the hell even bother getting a cat to begin with if you're not going to love it and take responsibility for it? I'm sickened by the entire situation.
People have no business getting a pet if they are not going to take care of it and love it. There should be a law against it.
Second, I'm so tired of looking in that damn cat shelter and seeing people swoon over the kittens.
If you're going to a cat shelter, look at the older cats. They need love just as much as kittens do. Plus, there is a really good chance they are already litter-trained.
Third, I desperately wish I was not allergic to cats. I can't even be in the same room as a cat without getting an asthma attack. Allergy pills don't work for me either. It sucks. Because if I was not allergic to cats, I would have adopted the fat tabby three months ago.
And fourth, I spend a majority of my time thinking about that poor cat locked up in that tiny cage. The cat shelter owners do not let the cats out for exercise. It is my worst nightmare to imagine that poor thing cooped up in two feet of space every second of the day for three months. It actually makes me quite sick to think about it.
So, yeah. This really bothers me.
I'm not quite sure what to do about it. I'm not even sure if there is anything I can do about it.
I just really wish I could take him home with me.
He deserves better.