For the third week straight, I walk into Petsmart and go toward the cats for adoption and there sits RJ the tabby cat--still.
I feel so bad for him because every time I've seen him in the adoption window, he's been hiding under the fleece mat that he's supposed to be sleeping on. He seems so scared and I can just feel such a sad energy when I stop to talk to him. He is a BIG cat to be 1.5 years old.
I stayed there talking to him for a long time today...then kept glancing at his fact sheet...only $75
--that's not bad...but Spot would kill me...
I was soooooooo close to bringing him home with me but I know I can't do that to Spotty.
I just feel so bad that he's not been adopted out; and I'm afraid for him because he looks so big that I wonder if anyone will take him--all the kittens that have been there over the past few weeks are gone.
I just hate knowing that poor kitty has to live in the little plexiglass cubicle of a pet store day in, day out--you can just see the love in his eyes, behind the timidness he displays.
What to do, what to do...
I stayed there talking to him for a long time today...then kept glancing at his fact sheet...only $75
I was soooooooo close to bringing him home with me but I know I can't do that to Spotty.
I just feel so bad that he's not been adopted out; and I'm afraid for him because he looks so big that I wonder if anyone will take him--all the kittens that have been there over the past few weeks are gone.
I just hate knowing that poor kitty has to live in the little plexiglass cubicle of a pet store day in, day out--you can just see the love in his eyes, behind the timidness he displays.
What to do, what to do...