We were pulling out of the shop and spotted this skinny little cat running in the bushes. Of course being the bleeding hearts that my husband and I are, we stopped. She came up to the car when I stepped out, rubbing herself all over my hand and legs.
We work in an industrial area with a lot of garbage sorting facilities that has a few feral cat colonies… but she is far too friendly to be anything but someone’s abandoned housecat.
Which is super sad.
She is very friendly and trusting, and skinny as a rail. I can feel her ribs and her pelvis so distinctly. She’s also squinting one eye, and likely has fleas, not to mention any combination of parasites from eating the trash that’s across the street. Yet she was purring when I held her, and buried herself into me when we drove the five minutes home, as if she knew we were ok to trust and weren’t taking her somewhere to be hurt.
We brought her home and she is currently quarantined in our master bathroom. One heartily devoured meal later and she is fast asleep. Poor little thing. She ate like she hasn’t seen food in weeks.
We already have two cats that belong to our roommates, and if this little girl is infected with FLV/Feline Aids, we won’t be able to integrate her with our home. :(
All she deserves is love.
We will be contacting the Burbank animal shelter to see if she’s been chipped or if someone’s reported her missing tomorrow… But I’m pretty sure she was ditched, probably because she’s unspayed and came into heat, and someone didn’t want to deal with it.
I hate people sometimes. But I know there are lots of people like me who would’ve done the same thing and would be sitting with a skinny, tired little love fluff in their bathroom too.