The other night, I got home from work late. As is my routine, I fed the cats and then settled down in front of my computer to answer emails. One email came in as a comment from my blog. The message although a bit long was pretty clear; the woman was looking for help with a feral cat. She wanted to know who she could contact.
I wrote back immediately and told her that it would be helpful if I knew where she lived? By this time we were approaching midnight. I was about to click off the computer and call it a day, when her reply showed in my in-bin.
“I am in Portland, Oregon.”
So I ask you dear readers, what are the odds?
I have a full inn right now, but after listening to this cat’s plight, I see no other alternative but to rescue her. This kitty who is a three year old cow kitty was originally found inside the engine of a Jetta along with four other littermates! How they survived during the trip to work inside the engine without considerable injury is nothing short of a miracle.
The kittens were found homes and I believe two ran away right off. The one woman who took Jetta, decided to declaw her and then she became upset that the kitten turned out to be a bite-monster after the surgery. She ended up giving the cat (now 2 years old) back to the woman who found them in the first place.
The woman (janice) has kept Jetta for a year, but the other day, Jetta bit the FIL. The husband demanded that Jetta be put outdoors until a new home could be found.
Jetta will be here on Saturday and she will be our bedroom kitty. I know I can’t put her with the group, it wouldn’t be fair to her or to my group. I understand she dislikes being held or petted, which is fine. I have several cats like that here already. I let them be cats, be who they are, respect their boundaries and we live together happily. I have one old girl Ms. Dash who I rarely even see. I know she is here, I catch glimpses of her every now and again and even though she is long-haired she will come indoors from the enclosure when it is cold outside. She was in the living room this morning in fact, although when I got up and walked by her, she bolted down the tunnels.
So one leaves-(Torah) and one arrives (hopefully) on Saturday. But what are the odds in this world-wide Net that one comment on my blog would result in another cat coming to stay here.