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And they always see me coming. I’m a huge animal lover–HUGE! So big in fact, I semi-adopted my neighbor’s cat (before he ran off anyway). My neighbors now have another cat. I think she’s pregnant. I’m not happy. I’m about to take a flyer for a low-cost spay clinic and tape it to their front door. (they also have rabbits). And then there’s the boys’ friend whose cat keeps having kittens. His mom needs a flyer too. I know their cat had at least two litters last year and just had her first litter this year.

So what’s the point of all of this? FIX YOUR PETS! Be a responsible pet owner! Get them shotted, get some Advantage for the fleas, get them fixed, feed them good food. Your pet is an investment in many years of unconditional love and deserves to be well treated. I went to the pound on Saturday. I KNEW if I went that there was no walking away without a pet. I HATE going to the pound. It makes me cry and right now, in case you didn’t know it, it’s kitten season–even more reason to get your pet fixed because there are TONS of kittens at the pound right now. Our pound gives owners time to claim their pets (but not much–like 3 -5 days), then even though they’re a kill pound, they try to find good homes, they list pets on Petfinder, they keep the animals as long as space and time allow. And when you adopt, you get a pet whose had all their basic shots AND a chip implanted in case they get lost. So if you’re considering a new pet, please consider saving an animal from your local pound. The love you get in return knows no bounds.

kara.jpgThis is Kara (Named after one of my favorite TV characters–sue me). They think she’s a lab mix. I’m guessing she’s about 3-4 months old but I honestly have no idea. She’s already potty trained though. I think she was abused (or was just very traumatized from being in the pound. I know it traumatized me)–she’s very cowed, she whines quite a bit and she’s still pretty unsure of herself but she’s doing better.

When I was at the pound, she caught my eye. I pet her then wandered down the row and she whined, and then she howled *sigh*. She was so miserable I couldn’t leave her behind. I’m NOT a dog person but she really got to me and I knew I couldn’t leave her there, so after many phone calls w/the boychild (who was with his dad), I got her.