I've seen this before. I think the link to it was posted here a few months ago. When you look at your own cat it is such a shame to think of all the poor homeless kitties that are so capable of making such wonderful pets but never get the chance.
It makes me wonder that if I hadn't adopted Barnaby from the local shelter, would he ever have had a home? Or would he have been abandoned or let outside and gotten lost? Would he still be alive today? I'm just thankful that I got him and can give him a good home.
I just feel bad for all the other kitties I could not take home.
I visited the shelter about 6 times before I finally made a decision on Barnaby but I still remember a white adult cat with 2 different colored eyes. The first few times I was there, every time I would walk by it would come up to the side of the cage and meow at me. You could tell it was a sweet cat that just wanted to be loved. I feel so guilty because like most people, I had heard that adult cats were set in their ways and I was set on getting a kitten. After the 4th time I went to the shelter this cat was no longer there and as much as I try not to think about it, I know what happened to this poor cat.
As enjoyable as it is to adopt a pet, visiting a shelter is a heartbreaking experience.
