Animal Shelters Informative - Support your local animal shelters
I got this, this morning on the Community Discussion Board posted by DebtorBasher.
You can help donate food to abused, neglected, and abandoned animals by clicking a button on a web site. Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know.
It inspired me to write this true story: “The three Cats and a blood-drinking mouse”
I, for one, will do this to help little animals. The only thing is that I hope the food doesn’t come from China. I have 3 cats that were rescued from a life of wandering and/or death. One was taken in before they took him to the shelter, one was from the shelter, and the last one came out of the woods. Now, they are all safe and happy in their new home.
Last night as cats do, they brought me presents. The little one brings in mostly little things like moles and mice. She doesn’t try to kill them, just plays with them, carry them around, put them down and chase after them. The moles don’t run so she gets tired of them real fast. Then there is Mr. Jack, He weighs about 15-20 lbs. He plays with the little things Hooker brings in. If they don’t play anymore, he throws them through the air until he finally gets tired of it and bites them in half.
You have to remember, Mr. Jack was wild, that’s is how he used to feed himself.
Mr. Spindler is a California cat, a city cat. Like most Californian’s he’s all peace, love and I will kill you if you get in my way. I have seen this cat catch a humming bird from a sitting position. The bird was about 4 feet above him; He just went straight up and snatched the bird out of the air. They tell you to put a bell on their collar. It doesn’t work! Now you have their background.
Last night, after being in bed for a while, I was awakened by some noise upstairs and downstairs. First, I head into the kitchen and what I find is very disturbing. There, on the kitchen floor, I was greeted first by a head; yes just a head of a rabbit. Then, I look and there is blood all over the kitchen floor. I look down to the right and there is part of a torso, to the left, guts and more blood.
I thought I was in a war zone and I almost lost my dinner. As I was cleaning it up, I heard another noise downstairs and went to investigate. At the bottom of the stairs I find the lower half of a ground squirrel. When I rounded the corner, there is another “something” in the middle of the carpet, or should I say what’s left of something. Blood, guts, body parts, a foot here and a shoulder there, I'm thinking I am in a war zone for sure now. I am cleaning up more blood and carnage than I have seen in a long time. At one point, I look over behind the bar and there is Mr. Spindler staring at something else. In my head I think, “Here we go again”. I can’t take it anymore, what next?
The answer: I finish the last bit except the blood spots and I think I will get them in the morning. When I turn around, there is Mr. Spindler face to face with a mouse, the same one that little Hooker brought in and got tired of playing with. The mouse is trying to drink the blood on the carpet and doesn’t seem to care about the cat.
After this, all I can think is I am looking at a cat that is staring at a blood-drinking mouse that doesn’t care about the cat or me. There is too much carnage for me to deal with it anymore. I told Mr. Spindler to have at it and went to bed expecting to wake up to more of the same. Didn’t sleep too good and lots of bad dreams.
I woke up this morning hoping it was all a bad dream. There in the bed is Mr. Spindler, all laid out like nothing ever happened. I get my morning cup of coffee and head down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, on the first step is Mr. Jack looking up at me as if to say, “good morning”. Lying on the floor below him is little Miss Hooker playing with Jack’s tail as it waves back and forth. Next to Hookers head is the little blood-drinking mouse looking at me as though he were saying, “Kill me, I’m here, Kill ME!” It was not a dream.
I put my hand down by the mouse and it crawled onto my hand as if to say, “I don’t care anymore”. I took the mouse out to the woods and let it go and went back in to the cats. They just wanted breakfast like they do every morning and I walk up the stairs to feed them. All is now normal.
When you think about abused, neglected and abandoned animals, remember they are just little animals and they just want to bring you presents.