RB Stray Cat
 

A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).

We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
at the office where he'd be left alone every night.

We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this

LOL wrote:
A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).

We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
at the office where he'd be left alone every night.

We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this

Poor little guy. He was lucky to find you to care for him even
for just a short time. Purrs for you and the little feller.
Helen Wheels

in article , LOL at
wrote on 3/26/04 11:24 PM:

A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).

We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
at the office where he'd be left alone every night.

We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this

He will have kitty friends at the bridge and people to love him. Poor baby.

Karen

I'm so sorry to hear this, Krista. Purrs to you and Dave for caring about
the little mite and doing what you could for him. He probably got the best
gift he could have.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
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On 26 Mar 2004 21:24:50 -0800, (LOL)
wrote:

A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).

We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
at the office where he'd be left alone every night.

We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this
Many purrs that he is greeted at the Bridge by loving friends.

This story brings tears to me....how many @ the Bridge lived lives like his,
with only a sample of loving care and a full belly, trusting no hoomins in
their misery? Purrs to you who made his last days bearable, and ended his
sickness and hard life with the merciful needle.



"m. L. Briggs" wrote in message
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: On 26 Mar 2004 21:24:50 -0800, (LOL)
: wrote:
:
: A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
: stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
: and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
: miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
: him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
: him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
: didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
: eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
: see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).
:
: We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
: didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
: called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
: seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
: Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
: unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
: to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
: won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
: more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
: at the office where he'd be left alone every night.
:
: We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
: attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
: gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
: neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
: for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
: during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
: in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.
:
: ------
: Krista
: Sick of seeing this
: Many purrs that he is greeted at the Bridge by loving friends.

Poor guy.

helen s


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On 26 Mar 2004 21:24:50 -0800, (LOL)
wrote:

It's always sad to hear about these cases. I remember a few years ago
talking to one of our local animal control guys. He said that the
average life expectancy for a stray was 5 to six years, what with
traffic, lack of proper food, and the inevitable infections from
fights.

Thanks for taking the time to help him, although I'm sure everyone
wishes he could have been saved. Like you said, at least you were
there to ease him over the RB, which is sometimes the best we can do.

Purrs going out for the street weary guy, and a candle is lit to guide
him on his journey over the RB.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this

Krista, I am so sorry it didn't come to a better end. I truly believe that
kitty love and compassion, even if just at the end, and that's so much better
than never. Thank you so much for caring, and I am sending purrs not just for
the kitty but for your big heart.

Sherry

LOL wrote:
A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door
and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a
miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach
him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to
him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just
didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third
eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to
see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing).

We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he
didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who
called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after
seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and*
Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being
unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able
to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike
won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much
more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get
at the office where he'd be left alone every night.

We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired
gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four
neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say
for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun
during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope
in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge.

------
Krista
Sick of seeing this

How very sad, I will light a candle for the cat with no name.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Milo & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.