I was out this morning running errands and having lunch with my mom. When I got home, I read all the comments on the post about the cat, and I had renewed hope. Paul was out on errands too, so I waited impatiently for him to come home so I could go get the cat without having to bring Henry with me. I imagined how I'd come home afterward and do a post that was just a picture of the cat. AND THE CROWD GOES WILD.
We drove to the shelter---and there was a "HOLD" sign on the cat's cage. I found a worker and asked if holds ever fall through, and she said, "Oh, sure, yes! We can take your name and call you if they don't come back. Which cat?" When I said the cat's name, she said, "Oh. Actually, they're filling out the paperwork right now." The kids wanted to look at the other cats, so I saw My Cat being taken out in a cat carrier.
So. If I'd gotten back from errands a little earlier, if I hadn't waited for Paul but had instead just taken Henry with me, if I'd posted my post last night instead of this morning---that cat would be home with me now, and this post would be a picture of him. I am thinking of it this way: that maybe the people who took him (it was a woman in her 40s and a woman in her 60s) NEEDED a cat without claws, but didn't want to declaw a cat so had been waiting for an already-declawed rescue cat to become available. And now they will take him home and he will be very happy, and we will find another cat later and be GLAD this one fell through, because we will like the other one so much. In any case, it's happy that cat gets to go home now.
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