You guys aren’t going to believe this.
Remember the kitty that showed up at our doorstep? She was so sweet and we all immediately took a liking to her.
Unfortunately I thought she might be sick so I had no choice but to take her to a local animal shelter. The lady who took the kitty said she certainly did appear sick and assured me that if she survived the vet check up she would be available for adoption in a few days.
I took this information and stored it in the left frontal lobe of my brain and three days later I google searched the website. I scrolled down the list of adoptable kitties and found mine. Yay. She survived the vet checkup! She survived the vet checkup and they named her Marcy.
I told you guys all about it. Tons of you flooded my email with tidbits of advice willing me to go get that kitty. She was my destiny. Marcy and me. Me and Marcy. Together forever. When I didn’t pick her up I informed you all a month later that she was still there. What was I to do? Again, many of you encouraged me to go get her.
Marcy has been weighing on my mind for months now. Nearly three. I’ve been logging onto the website weekly to see if she is still there and every time I see her sweet picture my heart breaks a little. Two weeks ago I called the vet and asked if I could pay for Marcy’s adoption fees. I suggested they put a note on her cage so that any potential kitty customers would see that Marcy was not only recommended, but completely paid for.
Still nothing.
This weekend I sat next to Pat with my computer and I said, “I can’t take it anymore. She’s just sitting in that cage and that’s no life for a kitty. I’m going to adopt her and if I have to find her a home myself than I will.”
pat: Whatever Kat.
me: She’s God’s little creature. She deserves a better life than that….
pat: ok Kat.
me: Just look at her picture…here let me pull it up and see if she’s still there…now where is that website????
Hmmmm.
pat: (yawn).
me: Oh here it is. I don’t know WHY it has a New York address…I bet they lose a lot of traffic with that typo.
me: Aha! Here she is.
pat: That’s not the cat.
me: What do you mean? Of course that’s the cat. That’s Marcy.
pat: Kat. That’s an animal shelter in Kent, New York.
me: No it’s not. That IS the cat…here, I’ll pull up a picture of her I have on the computer….
pat: (dying laughing) That is NOT the same cat!!!!!
me: Oh my god…..you’re right…but all this time……
See for yourself.
The similarities are astounding. You can see why at first glance I was certain. But look at my kitty’s fur above her nose…it’s all black.
Marcy’s is white.
My kitty’s lower jaw is black.
Marcy’s is white.
I ignored the warning signs. And by “warning signs” I mean the entire New York address in the upper left hand corner of the website. I ignored that minor detail every week for three months. Not only did I ignore that detail, I also ignored the fact that the area code I dialed to pay for Marcy’s adoption fee was a long distance area code.
I spoke with an animal official in New York and offered to pay for one of there cats to find a new home.
I have no idea where my kitty is. She’s not on the local website…I don’t even know if she made it past the vet check up because I’ve been looking at the New York website this entire time.
I told my sister what happened and she was all, “did you honestly think a professional website would put the wrong address on their page???”
And the answer to that question is yes. Yes I did.
May God be with you Kitty. Wherever you are. Amen.