Kitty Has Left The Party

Took kitty to the humane society today and signed him over to their care. The staff member who did the intake scanned him in case there was an ID chip, but no love.

They keep found pets 5 days, taking care of their ailments and vaccinations, then add them to the adoptable pet list. So, in a week or so we can check the website and see if kitty (now dubbed 'Noodles') is there.

The staff member confirmed my suspicion that cats missing limbs are generally in high demand for adoption due to Florence Nightengale Syndrome. Two seconds of petting this sunny little guy and listening to his bubblepurr and he'll be out of that shelter so fast he leaves behind a little dotted outline of himself in the cage.

It also helps that our local HS has an adoption rate significantly higher than the national average, and that they only euthanize sick or disturbed animals.

Oh, and we discovered he was declawed this morning, and found numerous hairless patches on his face and body which turned out to be huge scars. He looks like he was indeed involved in some kind of animal attack. Something took a chunk out of the flesh less than a centimeter under one eye.

How about that shit? A declawed, three-legged cat with no collar let out to wander these fucked up streets. It could have been worse, I guess--they could have duct-taped him to the bus lane with a traffic sign that says "BUMP AHEAD."