But I'd still like some reassurance that I did the right thing, if possible?
At about six am this morning, my bf asked me to make him a bowl of cereal. I went into our kitchen-slash-garage, and I hear from outside "Meow! Meow! Meow!". I go outside, and there's a fluffy black cat out there. It's sitll kind of dark, so I can't see it too well.. I think it's a cat I've seen before tho, and always wondered if it was a stray. I walk up and it' friendly, I pet it... all bones
No body fat whatsoever. I go inside and get a can of Wontons food and a little dish of water, and bring it out to the cat-it wolfs the food down in two seconds flat. I don't mean a little fancy feast can-the big cans that have two servings.
I went in and got him another one, and he ate most of that as well. He was SO friendly, I kept scratching behind his ears and he was purring. He flopped down and I cautiously rubbed his belly-he liked it, but his tummy was full of mats :/ His eyes were clear tho, and his third eyelid wasn't up.
I came in and called SF animal control, and they said they'd be here in an hour. I asked what would happen to the cat, and they said if it passed the health and behavioural exam, it'll be put up for adoption. It was the sweetest kitty, the behavioural shouldn't be a problem, but I just hope he's not sick or anything with something that can't be cured.
An hour later animal control came. (I kept him in the garage in the meantime) I opened the door and he tried to run out, so I grabbed him, and he meowed like "what are you doing to me?" and I just felt terrible, cos I"d established trust with him and now I'm grabbing him. The animal control guy had big thick gloves on, but somehow it was me who grabbed the cat and put him in the box, lol. Before I closed it I scratched behind his ears and told him "Good luck".
Now.. I'm pretty sure he wasn't anyone's pet, and if he was, those ppl should be prosecuted for animal cruelty, cos he was nothing but bones. I figure - worst case scenario, he's ill, and they'll just put him to sleep. That's better than slowly starving to death on the street, right? It's starting to get cold here - it may be SF but it gets cold in the winter.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Here's the big fluffy guy. I know he doesn't look skinny, but trust me - that's all just fur - there's no meat underneath.
At about six am this morning, my bf asked me to make him a bowl of cereal. I went into our kitchen-slash-garage, and I hear from outside "Meow! Meow! Meow!". I go outside, and there's a fluffy black cat out there. It's sitll kind of dark, so I can't see it too well.. I think it's a cat I've seen before tho, and always wondered if it was a stray. I walk up and it' friendly, I pet it... all bones
I went in and got him another one, and he ate most of that as well. He was SO friendly, I kept scratching behind his ears and he was purring. He flopped down and I cautiously rubbed his belly-he liked it, but his tummy was full of mats :/ His eyes were clear tho, and his third eyelid wasn't up.
I came in and called SF animal control, and they said they'd be here in an hour. I asked what would happen to the cat, and they said if it passed the health and behavioural exam, it'll be put up for adoption. It was the sweetest kitty, the behavioural shouldn't be a problem, but I just hope he's not sick or anything with something that can't be cured.
An hour later animal control came. (I kept him in the garage in the meantime) I opened the door and he tried to run out, so I grabbed him, and he meowed like "what are you doing to me?" and I just felt terrible, cos I"d established trust with him and now I'm grabbing him. The animal control guy had big thick gloves on, but somehow it was me who grabbed the cat and put him in the box, lol. Before I closed it I scratched behind his ears and told him "Good luck".
Now.. I'm pretty sure he wasn't anyone's pet, and if he was, those ppl should be prosecuted for animal cruelty, cos he was nothing but bones. I figure - worst case scenario, he's ill, and they'll just put him to sleep. That's better than slowly starving to death on the street, right? It's starting to get cold here - it may be SF but it gets cold in the winter.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Here's the big fluffy guy. I know he doesn't look skinny, but trust me - that's all just fur - there's no meat underneath.
