Hi y’all… it’s the sucker here!
Yup… anyhoo, I popped in to the vet to see Grampa Scratchy this afternoon when I fetched Damien from school. A week of inactivity and vet food has vastly improved his condition- you can’t feel the bones in his neck anymore! The receptionist said she contacted the person who’d called saying they’d lost a black cat (apparently an old black cat). The receptionist left a message but has not yet heard back from them. This puzzles me a bit. If it was you who’d lost a cat- or a dog for that matter- wouldn’t you be phoning vets and shelters regularly to hear if someone had found it!?!
So I’ve asked her to wait till Friday- but please not longer since he’s already been in a small cage for a week. If the person hasn’t claimed him by then, then I want the vet to give him his shots and a microchip and then I will fetch him.
And I clean forgot to take a picture of him when I saw him (no- thats not him)!
Call me… um… I dunno – you decide- but I have already bought a red collar, a matching harness and leash set (also red, since Greebo’s set is yellow and Taxi’s is blue), two stainless steel bowls (one for soft food and one for pellets) and a big bag of cat food for mature cats. Now I just need another litter tray and a name-tag with his new name on it.
Yes, yes… I know…
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.