Words of Comfort

I appreciate everyone's comments yesterday. It's hard for me to let it all go, emotionally and mentally, even though I did what I felt was best at the time, with the information I had. What encouraged me a little bit was the woman behind House of the Discarded Cats telling me I did the right thing. Whether or not that was the case I'll never know, but I particularly appreciated those words from someone who rescues on an on-going basis.

Fingers crossed for this young mancat, because he'd be very adoptable. Particularly being already neutered and microchipped. Declawed is a plus for some, though of course not in my books.

I've lit a candle for him at Gratefulness.org and asked Goddess Bastet to take care of her child--and all her children.

And now I want other options, if ever in that same situation again.

I don't want to leave a cat to slowly starve (especially with our harsh winters), yet I don't want to take another Being to that "humane" society ever again. Which, sadly, I've said once before. "Never say never," Harris Miller, my grade 8 English teacher used to say.

It was suggested that I put a notice up on Craigslist, to network for people who are involved in cat rescue, which I've done. Without any expectation of a response. It's a long shot. So is the notice I added to Kijiji. Fingers crossed for contacts via Global Pet Foods.

Kingston is small city, true, but you'd think I could find others of like mind, particularly when I know there are those out there fed up with how our local shelter is run, its policies, etc.

And now I will drop the topic, as I'm sure the few who read this blog are sick of it. Thanks for bearing with me.

One of my hostas, almost in bloom

 I have no idea what kind of flowering plant this is. Any guesses?