Yesterday I found out my sister is taking the cat I got as a kitten, Lydia, to the shelter because Lydia’s been peeing on everything since the baby came along. She’s really a one-person, no-other-pets cat and she’s super stressed by this small human.
I live half the country away in a carpeted apartment, so I can’t take her, and I keep thinking about her in a shelter and it makes me cry. I just can’t stand the thought of her being killed while scared and alone in a concrete room, you know? Fuck. At least the big shelter in Portland OR is 98% no-kill.
She’s 12; I know people have big hearts and love kitties of all kinds, and I just hope somebody will love her. :C






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