I think if I didn't have my 5 cats, I'd kill myself. But they look at me with trust and love, and I'd never leave them to the "authorities" of a cat shelter. (I can't picture them in a tiny cage---my babies.)
One thing I have thought of: If I go out via Seconal, or some other drug prescribed by my newfound "health-care system," I'll leave a ton of food and gallons of water, and the back sliding-glass door open about 6 inches (with the blinds in front of it, so no one really notices that the door is open). And kill myself on the 2nd of the month---that way, my rent has been paid, and no one will notice anything for the next 4 weeks!
I think Mama Hennessy and latter-day adoptee Cinco Beasley would be OK: Both were strays to begin with, both born in this neighborhood, both knowing how to hunt for themselves. The "kittens," though, born nearly in my backyard and never knowing any other life than in the safety of my apartment---Pete, and Sasha Su, and especially my Mini... Pete and Sasha are big hungry hippos! I think they would be OK. (Pete is a big gorgeous cat with beautiful eyes, and anyone seeing him in a shelter cage would immediately want him. Sasha is physically hearty and silvery and pretty, but also more stand-offish and shy, a lady---who might pick her right offhand? And my little black Mini ("Solomon Grundy")... She nearly died a few months after she was born... If I killed myself and left her by herself, I don't think she'd know what to do or how to act. When the authorities finally came weeks later, she'd probably still be sitting there, half-starved... My Familiar.
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