Yesterday I spent the better part of the afternoon at the wonderful San Francisco SPCA, where I have been volunteering for the past couple of months, handling kitties of all shapes and sizes and learning how to facilitate the adoption process so that these cats have the chance to go live in suitable, happy homes. It absolutely breaks my heart to listen to the cries of lonely kitties, but it's worth it to feel I'm doing my part to help ease their loneliness both temporarily and, with any luck, permanently.
That was yesterday.
Today, in a hideous shift in responsibility, I left my own two beloved felines at home with much less food than they're used to simply because I couldn't get it together to purchase a fresh, two-ton bag of the pricy stuff over the weekend. The girls will not starve, mind you, but I couldn't bear the look of panic in Melody's eyes when I left this morning: "That's all you're leaving us, evil woman? I can almost see the bottom of my dish! Child abuse, child abuse!"
I am a terrible mother. It would serve me right to find a carefully-placed kitty poop under my covers when I climb into bed tonight.
Posted by ayelet at July 17, 2006 02:27 PMNo worries from the pet police. I have left my children with clear siting of the bottom of the bowl. Of course, George will probably lose one of those precious pounds that he has been packing on.
Posted by: Marney at July 18, 2006 04:51 PMLOL. Perhaps they smell the other cats too?! Brava for helping animals in your spare time.