I'm sure he'd hate it if he knew I called him pretty...but he is. Persey, as some of you know already, was a very sick shelter cat. He could have died from a severe undiagnosed case of kitty bronchitis among other illnesses. He could barely breathe when we got him and he was sick, sluggish and terrified of both Robert and me. Four years later he rules the house, vibrant and naughty but oh so sweet.
The memories of rescuing Persey came flooding back last night, when I found a tiny, frail starving kitten someone had dumped a few blocks from my house. I found him trying to catch and eat the moths flying around a single lonely street lamp. Since I was on my way to town to get Robert from work I told the cat "if you stay here, I will come back for you". An hour later he was still there, waiting faithfully under the street light. I took him home and have been feeding him and loving on him. There is no shelter within three hours of my house so I'm not sure what I'll do with him, but I'll figure something out. Every stray, lonely, abandoned cat needs a loving family. They deserve that much. They'll give you a million, zillion (yup!) times the love back that you put into them. Adopt. Give to shelters whether it's money or time. These sweet animals have already been hurt so much they need a little love. Look at Persey--he's the result of adopting from a shelter :)
Stepping off the soap box now. :)