26 August 2012

Yesterday was the yearly open house at the cat shelter that supplies the Petsmart where I work. There were fewer cats this year than last but that doesn't mean there wasn't a cat behind every potted plant out on the back deck. The house is tiny and smelly and full of one eyed of earless or otherwise unadoptable cats. There is a little isolation room in the back for the sick kittens to heal up. I asked where my former charge, the beautiful Molly liked to hang out and found her in the bedroom, on my second try, hiding under the night stand. I spoke to her and she looked at me sideways and then came out for a little pat. I think it's possible she might have remembered me. She is painfully shy.

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