Hi, my name is Jackie, and I am 12 years old. I have been spayed, microchipped and have all my shots. I have access to free choice high quality food and water. I like being indoor, no, outdoor, no, indoors…. well, I just can’t make up my mind, and truthfully, I hate being confined inside. I like making air biscuits and drool, driving my dog friend crazy and eating deli turkey. But what I really like is getting out and taking a stroll through my neighborhood. I have the three-house radius, I like to refer to it as the community buffet!
Sometimes I get a little tired of deli turkey as a treat and I have discovered that I am quite convincing that I need to be fed by my neighbors! I now have my own bowl at two of the houses. Many times, I am invited in to visit and I crawl up on my neighbor’s lap and take a nap. One lady has the best grilled chicken; I am a sucker for grilled chicken!
Last month I saw a big van with flashing lights come to the grilled chicken lady’s house. I have not seen her since, I keep going to her house to see if she is home. This is where it gets ugly. A lady that was coming to the chicken lady’s house put some yummy food in a metal house. Of course, I wanted to see if it was that grilled chicken. I walked in and heard a snap, I was trapped!
From there I was put into a car and heard the new lady talking about how she had “rescued” me. I was taken to a place with lots of cats. They were sneezing and crying. I was put into a cage. I had never been in a cage, confined, housed with lots of cats, many of them sick. I was just minding my own business, taking a walk, and someone “rescued” me…. “rescued” me from what?
Luckily, I am microchipped, and my mom was called the next day and came to pick me up. But guess what? Yep, I got an upper respiratory infection from my new friends at the shelter. They had been there much longer than me and were very sick.
My cat advice to you humans that “rescue” cats, please let me go home. If you don’t want me to frequent your home, then don’t feed me. If I decided to hang at your place for a couple of days (because you felt sorry for me and could not resist my gorgeous looks), maybe ask some of your neighbors if I belong to them. If I am not sick or injured, don’t “rescue” me, please let me go home. I was one of the lucky ones, only 5% of cats that are taken into shelters are returned to their owners. Where do the other 95% go, well…..I will just let you figure that out.
Please let me take a walk,
Jackie