Animals find me.
I think animals tell eachother stories of this lady that will feed them and take care of them and find them a good home. Why else would little helpless animals find me? In the past year alone I’ve had like 6 animals seek me out. Really. They just pop up where I am. A pomeranian and a poodle were just chillin on my porch one day. I gave them some food and tried to find their owners and eventually found them some nice owners. Then a pit bull was running around the neighborhood and everyone was afraid of it, but my dumb ass wasn’t and started petting him. He was a big sweet heart. Then I found a miniature pinscher running around the ghetto by my job. I couldn’t have her get hit by a car, could I? And she didn’t have a collar either. So I snatched her up and brought her home. She and Kosmo played all night. I brought her to work the next day and sent her home with Boss Lady’s ex husband. Then a little black furry dog found me one night. She was a sweetie too, but she actually had a collar with tags on it. I brought her home.
Lo and behold, this morning, a cat was blocking the door to the building. A nice cat. All black and sleek with the most yellow eyes. I felt that familiar pang in my heart that told me to save this kitty. I wanted to soooo bad, too. He rubbed my leg and called out to me to help him. But I knew that I shouldn’t do that. I have a dog. He’s never seen a cat before. Plus, we’re going to Spain, and I can’t even bring the dog. Kosmo has to stay with my parents. I can’t bring a cat home and then have to dump him on my parents, too. That’d be irresponsible. But he was the sweetest thing.
As I nudged him out of the way, I pulled the door shut behind me so he couldn’t get in. He stood at the door crying for me to come back. It broke my heart. But I had to do the responsible thing. *sigh*
