11.20.08
For the Birds and the Beasts…
No sign of the beast anywhere. I’m convinced that whoever has been prowling around here found him out Saturday and killed him just for the hell of it. After all, someone killed our neighbor’s dog, and it was in a pen. My husband doesn’t like to think that, however, even though he is equally convinced that Grendel is gone for good. I think he prefers to think that someone took him, although logic would say if it was anyone local, he only needed to escape out the door to run back to our house, and if it was some stranger just passing through, why on earth did they keep him for more than a few blocks? Surely he ate them up. He wasn’t Grendel Beast, the Flesh-Eater for nothing.
It’s been terribly lonely around here and quite depressing. I haven’t made anything, even though I have an apron cut out and laying on my sewing table, plus Christmas presents to be making. I also have some jewelry that I made up years ago that I need to add to my clearance offerings (I figure that in this economy, it would be wise to have some clearance offerings), but I haven’t taken the pictures or uploaded them. I’ve just moped around the house and tried some writing to take my mind off the fact that I’ve been laid off from my second job, which was doorman for the cat.
My husband and I are going tomorrow to the shelter to get another cat. It’s just too empty around here without a pet, especially as I am here all day alone. As much as I adore kittens (funny, really, I am a softie with a kitten but not at all with a baby), I think we will probably get an adult cat to save it from the chop. I was in there the other day, looking for Grendel on a snowball’s chance, and they’re pitiful, looking at you and meowing and following you as you walk by. They all just want some love. And it’s like they KNOW what will happen if no one takes them home quick enough. I couldn’t work in that place; I’d be bringing cats home every night. And probably dogs. I like dogs too. I’d want to save everyone of them. But, geez, there’s a constant, never-ending stream.
What’s worse, there are some there with notes that they are owner surrenders. Some owners will get rid of an animal if it doesn’t mesh with the new baby, for example, but I guarantee that most surrenders are from people in financial trouble. We’re not rich people, but I can’t imagine giving my cat up to a kill shelter. We’ve got more crap than our house can contain right now; I’d sell a lot of that to keep my cat fed, and I’d do a lot to place him with someone myself. But, who knows? Maybe these people are looking at living in their cars. Maybe they figure the cat or dog has a better chance of getting adopted before it’s put down than it has of continuing to get food if it stays with its owner.
Anyways, if you’re thinking about a pet, please consider adopting one from your local humane society to keep it from be killed. Here we had a cat we loved, that I can only assume was killed for the sadistic fun of it, and there are loads of living cats and dogs out there being killed just because they lack an owner. What a waste.
Remember your St. Francis of Assisi, and do charity unto the furry and feathery and scaly creatures of the world. In these hard economic times, they need charity too.
