Please know, I do indeed understand the meaning of the word “irony.” I want to state that up front, because I fear that later you will be too busy gasping for breath on the floor as you sob with laughter to notice such disclaimers.
When we left Philadelphia, we had a cat, Nala. She had been with me for many years, long before Zachary came along and usurped her role as ruler of the house. Unfortunately, we could not move her with us, both because the quarantine is excessive (we did not have enough notice for the chip) and because she does not like a three-minute ride to the vet, let alone a seven-hour flight. We found a former student of mine who was just graduating college who wanted a cat in med school.
However, knowing that women just graduating from college cannot predict the trajectory of their lives, I assured my young friend that, if her circumstances changed over the next two years and a cat was no longer feasible, I would take Nala off her hands when we returned to Philadelphia. It would be her choice.
Cue ominous music. This young med student can no longer keep Nala. She loves the cat, really she does, but she is going on away rotations and then will be at the hospital all the time for clinicals.
But, the problem here is that we are no longer returning to Philly, and shipping a cat from Philadelphia to L.A. just to be with a family she no longer remembers strikes me as a form of animal cruelty. (Shut UP about the irony, please.) We really do not wish to put the cat through that ordeal. We would like to find a nice family within an hour or two of Philly who wants a cat.
If you know anyone, here’s the deal. She’s old – thirteen years. She’s calico with some Siamese, we think. She’s ornery but not violent – she’s just a cat and she likes things her way. She’s affectionate with the person she attaches to (because, she’s a cat). She’s fine with children, never hurting them, but she isn’t dying for kids. Although, that said, she tried to curry Zach’s favor in hopes of getting me to pay attention to her again. She’s your basic coddled house pet who wants a nice spot in the sun and a lap to sit on. While she is OK with children, she is not OK with other animals, so she needs to enter a pet-free household. She never goes outside of the litter box, she is a good mouser, and she generally earns her keep.
So, if you know any nice people in the Philly area who can verify that they are kind to animals, please send them my way. (If you have never before commented and I suddenly hear from you, I am going to assume you are the kind of person who tries to get your hands on innocent cats to do awful things to them and I will disregard your offer. Don’t take it personally.)
Thanks folks. You can stop shaking your head in amazement at the twisted paths of fate now.