Once upon a time, there was a sickly looking cat that spent a few days outside of our house. Crying. The poor thing. At first, it was annoying. Really annoying. Then it was just pathetic. I mean really, the poor creature. And then, today at lunch, it just got to be too much and turned into heartbreaking.
So. I broke down. Please don’t prejudge me for what I’m about to tell you. Ok? Promise?
Alright. Good. Thanks.
Well. I fed it. Number one rule of stray animals….never feed them. I know. I fed it. The poor thing! It looks so malnourished. And it cries. All the time. It just wanted to be fed. I didn’t feed it well, if that makes any difference at all. Just an old crust of bread. And a bowl of water.
I mean, really, how can you say no to these eyes?
It just sits outside our door. Waiting for us to come out. In my defense, it was doing this for DAYS before I fed it.
It’s sick with something and has bald patches. Is that just from malnourishment? I googled mange and didn’t come up with anything conclusive. Anyone know anything about cats? All I could find was “take your pet to the vet.” Well. Not my pet. I’m definitely not going to pour any money into him. I can’t keep him. Feel free to leave a comment to remind me that I can’t keep the cat. Because part of me still wants to.
Dinner was super tasty tonight. When I came back to IN after road trip West, Dad sent me back with 3 good sized chunks of salmon. I baked one tonight, per the directions of my roommate:
- coat one side with dijon mustard
- sprinkle with salt and pepper (and other seasonings, as you desire)
- drizzle 1 Tbs of butter on top.
- bake on a cookie sheet at 400 degrees for 15 minutes.
Have you ever adopted a stray animal? If so, what kind? What was it’s name?