This week, I have read two stories that tugged my heart strongly in different directions.
In Singapore, a sweet little kitten who thought she had found her loving forever home, was handed over to authorities by a family member for destruction. Her rescuers were too late to save her. Tiffy's story makes me angry and sad at the same time. Too many animals are destroyed every day through domestic disputes, poor communication, and simple spite. Tiffy deserved better. Her adopted brother, Gucci deserved better. I can only hope that her story reminds people to make sure everyone in the household really wants a pet before bringing one in. Responsible pet ownership requires this. If anyone has a problem with another member of the household, it must be discussed and addressed. Resentment grows quickly when bottled up. I salute 5-Cat Style and the Flyer for all their rescue efforts and their ability to handle this situation with tact and diplomacy.
The second story is one of hope. In fact, since I started this post, two more happy cat stories were told to me by coworkers. Thank goodness the good stories out way the bad! In Connecticut, a young man saw an injured kitten in the street. Two cars were headed toward her, but he stopped them and took the kitten to a veterinary hospital. Luckily, her injuries were not life-threatening, but she required surgery for a broken leg. The hospital has waived or reduced their fees as much as they can for this Good Samaritan. He has become the kitten's de facto benefactor, paying for her medical expenses and agreeing to take her in temporarily. He's also having a kitten naming contest, so I don't know how long "temporary" will be. There ARE good people in this world.
As for my coworkers, one found a way to trick her beloved cat into taking his medicine so he can get well. The other shared pictures of her daughter's kitten she has been taking care of during a move. The love they show these cats is palpable. Last night, I went home and hugged Bonnie and Victor and told them how much I love them. Bonnie growled, squirmed out of my arms, and wandered away to beg for treats. Victor licked my chin and wiggled around to find something to play with. They are safe.