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Nov. 11th, 2002 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellThere is a new stray running around outside. Well, not exactly running, as you'll see, but.
Adorable, gray-lighter gray sort of tabby/spotted, maybe a few months younger than Mini-Me. Loves people. Either a girl or a fixed boy.
Oh, and she has three legs.
She doesn't have a stump, and I don't see any obvious scars, so she might have been born that way, but seems to have a teeny bit of trouble walking, as if she's not quite used to being a leg short. Still, she gets up and down stairs just fine. Other than the leg and some scratches, she seems quite healthy.
I don't want to call Animal Control out on her, because even though she's just the sweetest little thing and loves to be scritched and petted and picked up, the pound people aren't going to give a shit about that. All they're going to see is a three-legged cat that's going to be difficult-to-impossible to get adopted, and they're just going to take her away and kill her.
I refer to her as "Lucky," in keeping with the old bumper sticker (lost dog, one eye, three legs, mange, worms, answers to "Lucky," though all that applies to her is the leg thing), and feel a pang of guilt every time I call her that.
I felt better about this after telling one of my co-workers about her. One of her relatives also had a three-legged cat...named Tripod.
Adorable, gray-lighter gray sort of tabby/spotted, maybe a few months younger than Mini-Me. Loves people. Either a girl or a fixed boy.
Oh, and she has three legs.
She doesn't have a stump, and I don't see any obvious scars, so she might have been born that way, but seems to have a teeny bit of trouble walking, as if she's not quite used to being a leg short. Still, she gets up and down stairs just fine. Other than the leg and some scratches, she seems quite healthy.
I don't want to call Animal Control out on her, because even though she's just the sweetest little thing and loves to be scritched and petted and picked up, the pound people aren't going to give a shit about that. All they're going to see is a three-legged cat that's going to be difficult-to-impossible to get adopted, and they're just going to take her away and kill her.
I refer to her as "Lucky," in keeping with the old bumper sticker (lost dog, one eye, three legs, mange, worms, answers to "Lucky," though all that applies to her is the leg thing), and feel a pang of guilt every time I call her that.
I felt better about this after telling one of my co-workers about her. One of her relatives also had a three-legged cat...named Tripod.
