Today we got a common call: a animal had been found abandoned. What was unusual was the sheer amount: eight kittens TAPED into a box, and left in the park. Sadly, only six had survived the (estimated) three days they'd been left in the cold. My coworker advised the person who found them to bring them in and we'd find a shelter to take them: we normally don't take strays, but this wasn't a normal circumstance.
The six kittens were already eating and drinking by the time I got to see them (I was stuck in a drug rep meeting at time of arrival). It was a pile of black, gray, and tuxedo kittens about two months old. A 'Meow-ntin' my other coworker said (give her a break, she's expecting). I spent the last part of the day cuddling the foundlings, who were bright-eyed and alert. A very good sign.
Even more good news: a shelter is going to take the kittens, and one already has a home! They are all adorable, so they'll have no trouble getting adopted.
As happy as I am for their ending, I can't get over the fact that someone not only threw these cats away, they ensured they'd die in that box. What the hell is wrong with people? It's actually how I got my first cat when I was a kid: we found a tiny kitten thrown away in a paper bag near a frozen lake. She lived a long and happy life with us, but only by sheer chance.
To the sick individual who abandoned those eight kittens: Fuck you. I hope you feel pain every day. I hope you never know six of those cats are warm and happy and loved. I hope you feel guilty forever.
I know it's not as bad as murder, or abuse of humans, or any number of things, but I won't back down about how wrong and sick this is. At least these cats will have a happy ending.
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UPDATE!!!!
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Good news Bad News time:
Good news: There were never any frozen kittens, nor did these kittens spend three days in the cold in a box. Bad news: Because the woman who called us STRAIGHT UP LIED. They were HER kittens and the shelters wouldn't otherwise take them. This was found because one kitten had a mustache-like mark under it's nose, and the shelter that took them had already seen the kittens.
Some people.
The six kittens were already eating and drinking by the time I got to see them (I was stuck in a drug rep meeting at time of arrival). It was a pile of black, gray, and tuxedo kittens about two months old. A 'Meow-ntin' my other coworker said (give her a break, she's expecting). I spent the last part of the day cuddling the foundlings, who were bright-eyed and alert. A very good sign.
Even more good news: a shelter is going to take the kittens, and one already has a home! They are all adorable, so they'll have no trouble getting adopted.
As happy as I am for their ending, I can't get over the fact that someone not only threw these cats away, they ensured they'd die in that box. What the hell is wrong with people? It's actually how I got my first cat when I was a kid: we found a tiny kitten thrown away in a paper bag near a frozen lake. She lived a long and happy life with us, but only by sheer chance.
To the sick individual who abandoned those eight kittens: Fuck you. I hope you feel pain every day. I hope you never know six of those cats are warm and happy and loved. I hope you feel guilty forever.
I know it's not as bad as murder, or abuse of humans, or any number of things, but I won't back down about how wrong and sick this is. At least these cats will have a happy ending.
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UPDATE!!!!
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Good news Bad News time:
Good news: There were never any frozen kittens, nor did these kittens spend three days in the cold in a box. Bad news: Because the woman who called us STRAIGHT UP LIED. They were HER kittens and the shelters wouldn't otherwise take them. This was found because one kitten had a mustache-like mark under it's nose, and the shelter that took them had already seen the kittens.
Some people.
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