I packed up all Lotsa Spotsa's kitty things (our calico who died Monday) with her cat food and litter in a big shopping bag and looked up the address of Cat Welfare where we found her in 1999 to donate them. Stopped to browse the adoptable cats--female, adult, small, colorful, friendly. Big mistake. Maybe I'd better wait awhile.
But I did have to laugh at this story on the website about a successful placement:
But I did have to laugh at this story on the website about a successful placement:
"We lost George, our 17-year-old cat, at the end of June 2015. He was such a good friend and companion that we knew we could not replace him for a long, long time. And when we did, we knew we'd replace him with another calm, older cat. We waited eight days. Then we adopted these three goofy kittens. They were tiny when we got them, however, they have grown into their current collective nickname, "The Fatties." They shed too much and stink fairly often and destroy most everything but they are big, happy healthy girls -- sisters -- who we love to pieces and we couldn't imagine life without them. George would be appalled but, on some level, would probably grudgingly approve."
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