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Edited on Thu Aug-31-06 06:38 PM by Liberalynn
Today I took the littlest of the ferral kitties, to the Animal Shelter. They were six weeks and eating on their own, so I couldn't stall anymore.
I really wanted to keep them but there is no way, I could afford to take care of thirteen cats on disability. My Mom and Sister are already helping me out enough with the other six. We are taking them to the same shelter in a few weeks to have them fixed because they are offering a spay/neuter for twenty five dollars a cat. At least I get to bring them back home with me.
You've already heard the story of Cole, Cally, and their first four off spring here. There is no way, I could part with them.
I just hope the shelter finds the babies good homes. I know they are one of the best shelters in the area, and I was really relieved when the guy on the intake brought them in a huge cat crate and put in food, water, a box with blankets, and a litter box. It put my mind at ease right away. Those silly little kitties though curled up in the litter box, instead of the box with the blankets.
Know it's silly of me, but I just hated taking them away from their older brothers and sisters, and their Mom. I know they aren't human, but I think a part of them, will miss each other in a way, at least I think so, even if it is not scientifically sound.
Plus I am going to miss the little cutties.
Everyone keeps telling me I did what was best. My therapist told me that not many would take in two ferrals and then do so much for them and their babies. She said that I am doing a good thing. I do know that I guess, I just still feel a bit sad. I didn't want them to go.
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