Last week I posted a thread about the two cats my roomate and I had adopted. Sadly, the relationship was not fated to work out. The cats were highly feral, cagey, and hid in absolutely every small space they could find, and stayed there, to the point where I think one of them wasn’t even coming out to eat. They hiss and growl if approached. The SPCA had listed them as ‘friendly, if shy’. Neither of them was litter trained, also contrary to what we’d been told.
One of them was PREGNANT. The other one might have been too, if only I had been able to convince her to come out from the two inch space between the floor and the kitchen cupboards to bring her to the vet to check.
I know you don’t vaccinate and fix the animals as soon as they come in anymore (which is a load of bullshit, but I shall save for another thread sometime), but do you check them at all? It took my vet all of ten seconds to confirm the pregnancy during the routine checkup. You know, routinely making sure the cat’s got four legs, two ears, and internal organs. She poked the abdomen a few times to check the digestive system was there and functioning, and said “By the way, this cat’s pregnant.”
WHAT? Excuse me? Nowhere on the adoption papers did it mention the possibility of kittens. The cat’s halfway through gestation, and my male cat is fixed, so I know damn well the hanky panky didn’t take place in my apartment.
We can’t care for these animals. So yesterday, I had to take them back. The pregnant one is going to a foster home to give birth. I have a sneaking suspicion the other is going to be put to sleep. And I had no choice.
Thankyou so much for the broken heart.