For no particular reason, except that we're starting to look for a place where they can take care of our cats during our holiday vacations (yeah, right...) We ended up at the nearest SPCA, where they also offer such services...
And I/we fell in love w/ this little guy named London, which it turns out was put on adoption today. He's adorable. And he gets along w/ other cats.
But since I always require a bit of time off to assimilate whatever it is that gets through to me, we came back home and left him behind.
We already have 2 fairly high maintenance old cats here - one diabetic and one w/ kidney problems. So it's insulin shots every day, blood tests, special diets for each of them, and so on. And they require a lot of attention - not your typical independent furry buddies. They're always at most w/in 3 ft of us.
This also means that we can wake up w/ a $2000 veterinary bill tomorrow morning. Or two...
But a few hours passed and we just can't stop thinking about the little guy. So I thought, what the heck! We're going to pick him up tomorrow as soon as they'll let us in.
As rational as I try to be, I just can't help it. If it were just me, this house would probably end up like the Osbourne's. Crosses, gargoyles and animals everywhere. And my wife is even worst - she had 12 cats for a while... In a twisted kind of way, she expects me to be the reasonable one.
So I'll be staying away from any shelter where they keep dobermans, boxers and rottweilers for a while, at least in the near future. Gotta be the reasonable on, haven't I?