So, how was your Saturday?

As Adam and I drove home from Billy and Charlotte's, we stopped at the light at a busy intersection in Rockville. Adam pointed at something out my window, and when I looked, I saw a small red long-haired tabby cat on the side of the road, staring at our car. On pure instinct, Adam pulled over. I got out of the car and began calling, "Kitty, kitty! Hi, sweetie, hello, hello!" The cat had started running back into the fields beyond the road, and then it turned and hurried back. I crouched down and called again. The cat barreled toward me, and its head butted into both my hands with a desperate sort of affection -- it was very friendly, and it seemed profoundly grateful for human contact. It looked male, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
As Adam crouched alongside me, the cat nuzzled him and leaned against his legs comfortably. I called the local Animal Control, which did not have any available drivers for dispatch. They suggested that I call the local 24-hour Humane Society shelter, which was the shelter from which we had adopted Luna. So I called that shelter. They couldn't send anyone out, but they asked if we would be able to bring the animal to them. We checked the cat over, and he seemed okay to handle. Adam picked up our new friend and put him in the back seat. Where he immediately began crying, yowling, and clinging to the seats. But he didn't try to claw us and he stayed in the back.
The shelter was five minutes away. I went in first, and someone came out to the car with a cat cage. The tabby was easily coaxed out of the car through the hatchback, and it was only when the man put him in the little cage that the cat freaked out a little. Not surprising. Adam and I signed off on some paperwork as they checked for a microchip. No chip. They gave the cat the name Jockey and prepared to take him into the back rooms to be checked out. I can only hope that he finds a good home soon. I think we did the right thing. I have a feeling he was either abandoned very recently, or just plain lost. No matter how he came to the shelter, he will be cared for until he finds a good home.

So, how was your Saturday?

As Adam and I drove home from Billy and Charlotte's, we stopped at the light at a busy intersection in Rockville. Adam pointed at something out my window, and when I looked, I saw a small red long-haired tabby cat on the side of the road, staring at our car. On pure instinct, Adam pulled over. I got out of the car and began calling, "Kitty, kitty! Hi, sweetie, hello, hello!" The cat had started running back into the fields beyond the road, and then it turned and hurried back. I crouched down and called again. The cat barreled toward me, and its head butted into both my hands with a desperate sort of affection -- it was very friendly, and it seemed profoundly grateful for human contact. It looked male, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
As Adam crouched alongside me, the cat nuzzled him and leaned against his legs comfortably. I called the local Animal Control, which did not have any available drivers for dispatch. They suggested that I call the local 24-hour Humane Society shelter, which was the shelter from which we had adopted Luna. So I called that shelter. They couldn't send anyone out, but they asked if we would be able to bring the animal to them. We checked the cat over, and he seemed okay to handle. Adam picked up our new friend and put him in the back seat. Where he immediately began crying, yowling, and clinging to the seats. But he didn't try to claw us and he stayed in the back.
The shelter was five minutes away. I went in first, and someone came out to the car with a cat cage. The tabby was easily coaxed out of the car through the hatchback, and it was only when the man put him in the little cage that the cat freaked out a little. Not surprising. Adam and I signed off on some paperwork as they checked for a microchip. No chip. They gave the cat the name Jockey and prepared to take him into the back rooms to be checked out. I can only hope that he finds a good home soon. I think we did the right thing. I have a feeling he was either abandoned very recently, or just plain lost. No matter how he came to the shelter, he will be cared for until he finds a good home.

So, how was your Saturday?

As Adam and I drove home from Billy and Charlotte's, we stopped at the light at a busy intersection in Rockville. Adam pointed at something out my window, and when I looked, I saw a small red long-haired tabby cat on the side of the road, staring at our car. On pure instinct, Adam pulled over. I got out of the car and began calling, "Kitty, kitty! Hi, sweetie, hello, hello!" The cat had started running back into the fields beyond the road, and then it turned and hurried back. I crouched down and called again. The cat barreled toward me, and its head butted into both my hands with a desperate sort of affection -- it was very friendly, and it seemed profoundly grateful for human contact. It looked male, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
As Adam crouched alongside me, the cat nuzzled him and leaned against his legs comfortably. I called the local Animal Control, which did not have any available drivers for dispatch. They suggested that I call the local 24-hour Humane Society shelter, which was the shelter from which we had adopted Luna. So I called that shelter. They couldn't send anyone out, but they asked if we would be able to bring the animal to them. We checked the cat over, and he seemed okay to handle. Adam picked up our new friend and put him in the back seat. Where he immediately began crying, yowling, and clinging to the seats. But he didn't try to claw us and he stayed in the back.
The shelter was five minutes away. I went in first, and someone came out to the car with a cat cage. The tabby was easily coaxed out of the car through the hatchback, and it was only when the man put him in the little cage that the cat freaked out a little. Not surprising. Adam and I signed off on some paperwork as they checked for a microchip. No chip. They gave the cat the name Jockey and prepared to take him into the back rooms to be checked out. I can only hope that he finds a good home soon. I think we did the right thing. I have a feeling he was either abandoned very recently, or just plain lost. No matter how he came to the shelter, he will be cared for until he finds a good home.