Sweet William

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Yesterday at the adoption center I was working on the cages in the back, and when I opened one of them, there was an adult black and white cat named William. He had made a bit of a mess. His food and water had been knocked out of their bowls, and his towel was wet. He was partly under the towel. So I put my hand in, hoping that he would let me take care of it without too much fuss. He stuck his head out and rubbed my hand with it. Love at first sight. Anyway, I finished up, and went back to visit William, and he warmed up to me right away. So I was petting him, and one of the volunteers who had been there Saturday told me his story. He and his brother Spike had come into the group as kittens, and had been adopted out together. The foster mom had adopted them to a good friend of hers. One day she was visiting, and there was William outside the house and looking not so good. That's when she found out that they had taken Spike to a shelter and had him euthanized for no good reason, and that they had left William outside, where he had been beaten up by more aggressive cats. She immediately grabbed William and took him home and nursed him back to health. They are no longer friends. 75% of my day yesterday consisted of petting William. He is an absolutely lovely, sweet and gentle cat. Later I talked to his foster mom, and she told me she has to keep him and one of her other cats separate. Seems that William is so shy that her wussy cat, Diego, picks on him. Hopefully, somebody will come along and want a lap cat. Yesterday I was in a pretty crappy mood about all this. Perfect example of why I sometimes like animals a whole lot better than I like people. And then I got a nasty e-mail from a prospective volunteer's husband. Seems that it is all my fault that his wife and daughter showed up to volunteer, and were told that since a whole crowd of volunteers had shown up unexpected, that there wasn't a lot to do. Clearly this was all my fault, since I was the person who been communicating with her by e-mail. Funny thing is, the reason they were there wasn't a love for animals, it was community service. Yep, one of them broke the law, and I end up getting a lecture on etiquette from the husband, who wasn't even there. Just another reason, I like animals better than some people. PS I'm sorry to report that the iddle kitties that I posted pictures of last week did not make it. :-(