So, yesterday DH and I went down to feed the cats. There was a reporter down there, he had done a newspaper piece about them a while ago, wanted to do an update, blah blah blah. He told us that an animal control truck had been down earlier that day. What. the. Hell.
So I call someone (*waves*--you know who you are!) who can get me some info from AC. Apparently someone called in about the cats. AC went down there. The person who called it in also took two of the cats to the humane society. *headdesk*
I know she (whoever "she" is) was just trying to be helpful, but no. Just no.
So now I'm trying to study for an exam I have tomorrow, waiting to hear back from the humane society to see if I can bust these cats out, or if they'd rather keep them and adopt them out, or WTH is going on. And I'm making signs to let people know to leave the stinking cats alone.
And (and I realize it's all because school is making me a stress ball) I am way more concerned and stressed out about this than I probably need to be. I just really don't want those cats sitting in the shelter where they could catch God knows what when they could be at my house. Letting me pet them. And lowering my stress level. lol
I'm not even sure which cats she took, because they come and go as they please, so the same ones aren't there every time I go to feed them. I THINK I know which ones they were, but I won't be sure until I get some more info.
And, for your viewing pleasure, a couple pictures as reward for listening to me whine:
Carl, sticking his tongue out at me:
This guy doesn't have a name yet. He is rough looking.
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