I just can't deal with this. Over and over, tied down, the fights, the resistance, no neighbors willing to help, agencies filled and no where to go.
I heard an odd noise, sort of a cat cry, but not really. Really. A baby. A darling gray tabby with large ears hiding under the wash tub while Missy sat close. It was the baby's cry, not Missy. Petey is not in his box ten feet away or Missy would have been hiding. He will destroy this homeless kitten. Nit heard the cry, was at the glass door growling. I just can't keep doing this. So upset. After telling Mark, who knows I have been in tears for two weeks with my lip and mouth constant burning and pain, he shook his head. He said I can't save them all and can't take any more stress right now. We talked back and forth and I keep glancing out the window into the dark. Since the others are in house, in garage, in outdoor shelters, there is no where to keep him safe tonight and what happens after that? It's been two years and I can see that Petey will never be the fourth in the family of three which makes it difficult and sad as he sits and looks in.
Last glance, he/she is gone. Did Petey show up and chase him? Is the kitten in the shelter further from the house or is that where Petey is? It's very cold and the baby needs protection, but with one entrance, he could be trapped with no way out. What about the straw bales fifty feet away? I will not sleep tonight. My brother still has two from the dozens of homeless he has helped, homed, and rescued over the years and Ohio's wonderful organization took his last found litter. He will not take another. No one to call until Monday but I will then, and if there is an opening, I will try my best to find him/her.
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