hell yeah i’m a catholic i’ve been addicted to cats my whole life
I went to get gas a few minutes ago (yes, I realize it’s 2 in the morning and no I don’t care) and when I went inside to pay there was this precious gray cat outside. It walked right up to me, meowing like it was in pain. Then I noticed that it’s head was cocked to one side and it was limping on that side, as if it had an injury that prevented it from moving comfortably and I just started crying.
I went inside and looked for cat food before I paid for my gas. I couldn’t find any, but I did find potted meat (which my cats at home LOVE) so I got that and left the open can there for the cat while i pumped my gas.
The cat limped over to the can, and looked like it was eating (or trying to) so I felt a little better for the moment, but when I was done with the fuel the cat had walked away from the can, so I went to be sure it had eaten. The potted meat hadn’t been touched.
I called the humane society—no luck. As much as I hated to do it, I called animal control. They said if I couldn’t catch the cat, they likely couldn’t either, and that they’d send someone out in the morning during normal business hours. I made the lady promise not to hurt the cat, and that if the humane society wouldn’t take it, I would.
We’ll see if I get a call tomorrow. Damn Marathon clerk probably thinks I’m mental, crying while I buy gas and cigarettes and potted meat.