Where'd all the good people go?
A couple short weeks ago, I spent 3 long weeks babysitting a finicky cat. He was a real sweetheart if you don't mind middle-of-the-night, blood-curdling meows. Which, apparently, the guy who rescued Black Cat (but never had him at his own house) does mind. Can you believe he is actually considering putting the cat to sleep?? What kind of person does that? You rescue a street cat because he has an owie on his face. So sweet. Then you take him to the vet to get his face all fixed up. Aawww. While fixing his face, you decide to go ahead and have him fixed and declawed so he will fit in with the other nomadic cats you have rescued. How kindhearted. Then you find catsitters for it from the time it's released from the vet to the time you return from visiting your family in the states. Very responsible. Then, after less than one week with the cat in your house, you announce that the meowing is just too much and that you're thinking about putting him to sleep. WHAT??? Who does that?!?!?
Oh I am frustrated.