Our latest-acquired barn cat, although only half grown, has real guts. Even Cliff, who is not an admirer of cats in general, likes this one (at a distance, of course). It was fun to see Sadie getting acquainted with him.
I'd like to feature the place from which we adopted Sadie, Wayside Waifs.
I was so impressed with the genuine love shown by the staff to their charges.
The lady who took Sadie out of her cage and then watched us petting her, and how she responded to our attention, actually got teary-eyed. It was very touching.
The lady who interviewed us was the same sort: she almost got emotional talking about the animals that pass through their doors. She said she has twelve cats at home, and told us how hard it is to see the reality at Wayside Waifs: some 7,000 cats pass through each year, and only a small percentage of them get adopted. Cats, she told us, don't do as well in confinement there, while waiting for someone to adopt them.
She said they don't have a "kill date" like some shelters and pounds; if the animal seems to be adoptable at all, they give it as long as it takes.
"Of course," she said, "we don't have many people who come in asking for a fourteen-year-old dog with liver cancer; in cases like that, the kindest thing to do is euthanize the animal."
Anyway, I'm giving them a plug: if some of my readers love animals and want to donate to a good cause, I couldn't possibly recommend a better one. Again, here's their website: WAYSIDE WAIFS.