I was just thinking the other day how I hadn’t had any blog-worthy adventures at work lately. Today I had one!
When we showed up for work this morning, I saw a sight I’d been dreading for the past year and more: a cardboard box and a bag of food with a note attached. Inside the box? A pair of cats who had been abandoned at the vet’s office.
The box was blocking the door, so I nudged it out of the way in order to get the door open. But when I went to pick the box up, it burst open. The two cats sprang out; one made a run for it and the other crouched and hissed at me.
I managed to grab the near cat (with some difficulty — she was hissing and clawing and biting and both hands are sliced up prety well now) and bring her inside. We settled her in an isolation ward and went back out in search of the other cat.
So far, we haven’t had any luck. We set out food and returned the box to where we’d found it, hoping the cat would come back. We checked the landscaping and walked through the brush behind the building with no sign of the poor, scared kitty. (Though I did see one of our usual feral cats out back, waiting for breakfast.) Eventually, we’ll set out the trap.
I hope the missing cat turns up.
I really don’t understand how someone can take a pet and just dump them off somewhere. There are plenty of animal shelters in the area — why not at least go there and surrender your pets to a place with light and heat? Why leave them outside in the cold on a Friday night in front of a business that is closed until Monday? (The vet side of the building is closed on the weekends.) Lucky for the two cats that the boarding side is open every day.
Sometimes, this job breaks my heart.