In my heart, they went straight to the Animal Emergency Room. There was some emergency life-saving surgery performed by a brilliant cat surgeon who happened to stop in to leave some fliers for his new pro-bono stray animal surgery foundation. At worst, said kitty might have to use one of those carts that carry around their hind legs.
In my head, I know that most of that is not true. Okay. Probably none of that is true. *sigh*
And then I panicked and thought the worst. I am a kitty owner. What if that had been my cat? What would I do?
Not that it was any of my kitties. Nope. My kitty cats are fat and lazy and would shit their pants if they were ever even on the front porch (or if cats wore pants). They hiss a mean game at each other, but in truth, they simply are not cut out for the street life.
|See what I'm sayin'? There's no napping on the street, bitches!|
|"I'm Jake, and I'm not good at sitting still for pictures!"|
|"I love you. And your Meow Mix."|
|Food = easy to photograph|