Well I know for me, I now go with my gut.Years ago, I had a lady stop here to look at some kittens I had for adoption. She arrived in a classy clean car, was well-dressed and quite polite and nice. She took a liking to one of my older adult cats Karma a dilute tortie. She wanted her really bad, and usually I check out the home first, but this lady snowed me completely. Thankfully, she did not have a cat carrier so I let her borrow one of mine and got her address. I told her I needed it back in two days. She promised she would return it.When she left, I couldn't shake that something felt "wrong." I had asked her if I could follow her out and just get my carrier back immediately, but she said she was expecting out of town company and this wasn't feasible. But all day something was wrong inside of me, and I told myself I was being foolish, that I was to attached to Karma. But after two days and no word, I went to the home and knocked on the door. The door opened to a dark living room and six kids sitting on the couch in the dark watching television. I said who I was and I was told to come in. As I walked into the room, my foot stepped on something squishy and I smelled poop
I continue walking...squish, thud- there was junk everywhere on the floor and I mean everywhere. Piles of poop, urine stains- it was nasty! I walked through the kitchen asking thekid if she knew where Karma was? She said she didn't. I kept walking and in the kitchen was this huge great dane in a cage not even big enough that he could lie down in!
Poop was everywhere! I struggled to keep my composure and again asked about Karma. Some kid said she was in the back room under the bed, so I made my way through the mess to the room that was pointed out to me. In this room was a mattress on the floor supported by bricks! I bent down to peer underneath and all I could see was junk. I called to Karma and I heard her crying. I reached down and flipped the mattress over, and Karma was stuck in the very end corner trembling. The carrier was nearby. I snatched her up, hugged her told I was sorry and put her in the carrier. I then demanded to speak to the mom- who it turns out was in bed at 2:00 in the afternoon. I barged into her bedroom and told her I was taking the cat and I split. As I was loading Karma into the van, a little girl came running out asking if she could say goodbye. Turns out she was a neighbor's kid. I told her i was taking this cat home and she looked at me, and in her 12 year old wisdom said "Good!" I just wish I had listened to my gut. I have no idea what Karma had to endure in those 48 hours.