Curiosity Killed the Cat… ALMOST
I am taking a step backwards for this post. My last post was about the day I met my birthmother, however I would like to go back a month prior to that. I was hanging out at my best friend Marie’s house, she had been an incredible support during this process (and every day since in every area of my life), we spent lots of our time together. We were about to drive to my house, but when we went outside we saw a cat that looked quite sick. It was laying on the lawn just about a house away from hers, was shaved from the neck all the way to the tail and looked really rough. We needed to do something. Marie tried to get the cat to come to her but it wasn’t budging. I am more of a dog person, (I never know what cats are thinking) but felt really badly for this particular cat. I approached it and tried to call it, to my surprise it came right to me! I picked the cat up and took it to my car. We would take it to my house and then call the SPCA to decide on wh