Just got back from the shelter. I got to interact with the kitties more. I helped clean the cages in the intake room, where they keep cats separated from each other when they are first brought in (to make sure they aren't infected with any diseases), or a few of them who just have a cold or have kittens.
There was one little black kitten named Greebo...oh, I fell in love instantly!




We take the cat out of the cage and put it in a carrier or an empty cage while its cage is being cleaned. When I picked up little Greebo, he started purring louder than any kitten I've ever heard, and he snuggled right up to my neck. I kept hold of him as long as I could while cleaning his cage, and when he was back in his cage, he started chasing his tail. And he's still available for adoption. I can't handle a third cat and have serious doubts about if Zelda and Mrs Parker would share what small space they already have, but my mother might be ready for a new kitty...Hrmmmm...
All of the cats in that room just broke my heart in its own way. All of them were clambering for attention, just wanting a head scratch or a little play time.
Oh, a lot of so much heart-borken!
