Missing My Cassie
last night when I got home I was thinking about how I would never be greeted by a loud and demanding cat sat on the doorstep. She was the lovliest animal ever.
As it turns out though when I got in Shirley (round the corner) had posted through a leaflet for a cat sanctuary. My mam had seen it and was phoning the number on the leaflet to see if we could go and visit. It turns out we could.
So we set out to wolviston to see the cats. What an awfull experience that was. The woman had about 20 cats in a space no bigger than a garden shed. They were all together in the dark with loads of food in bowls and also a small heater. The place was not fit for habitation. The cats were all sat in there own baskets and lacked company of people.
They were all lovely and gorgeous cats (one grey cat was wonderful) but they were in an enclosed space with a load od newspaper. One of them had flu but according to woman they were all inoculated. The worst part was the age range of the cats. They ranged from 18 months to 15 years. She was selling the cats for £35 pound. They were not worth it they were all malnourished and all covered in hair from not being brushed or stroked.
I was horrified by the experience and would never treat an animal like that. I want the siamese gray one and so do my parents but it apparently needs other cats as company. Tonight we are going with my gran to see if she wants a lovely natured tortoise shell one.
The funny thing about the 20 minutes we were ther it was like being in a car showroom with someone who needs the commision to live. She wanted to give us an old cat of about 15 so that they would not die there but they all looked so close to death it was shocking.
I want the grey one but the woman tried to give us two and with my dad being alergic to too much hair it is not possible.
I need a cat because being in without my parents gives our house a dark formboding feel and I am sure the house is haunted.
As it turns out though when I got in Shirley (round the corner) had posted through a leaflet for a cat sanctuary. My mam had seen it and was phoning the number on the leaflet to see if we could go and visit. It turns out we could.
So we set out to wolviston to see the cats. What an awfull experience that was. The woman had about 20 cats in a space no bigger than a garden shed. They were all together in the dark with loads of food in bowls and also a small heater. The place was not fit for habitation. The cats were all sat in there own baskets and lacked company of people.
They were all lovely and gorgeous cats (one grey cat was wonderful) but they were in an enclosed space with a load od newspaper. One of them had flu but according to woman they were all inoculated. The worst part was the age range of the cats. They ranged from 18 months to 15 years. She was selling the cats for £35 pound. They were not worth it they were all malnourished and all covered in hair from not being brushed or stroked.
I was horrified by the experience and would never treat an animal like that. I want the siamese gray one and so do my parents but it apparently needs other cats as company. Tonight we are going with my gran to see if she wants a lovely natured tortoise shell one.
The funny thing about the 20 minutes we were ther it was like being in a car showroom with someone who needs the commision to live. She wanted to give us an old cat of about 15 so that they would not die there but they all looked so close to death it was shocking.
I want the grey one but the woman tried to give us two and with my dad being alergic to too much hair it is not possible.
I need a cat because being in without my parents gives our house a dark formboding feel and I am sure the house is haunted.
posted by Adam McConnell at 1/07/2006
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