Maggie Pi was gone for eight days. We didn’t think we would ever see her again. She finally showed up late at night. Her ear had been clipped, she had lost a lot of weight and she was coughing and sneezing. Oh, yeah. Her tummy was shaved and stapled. I was very happy to see her, but very upset with what had happened to her. I also know who did it. Currently, there is a federally funded project that is neutering feral cats and releasing them where they were found. Now, I know that this is a good thing, but can’t they tell when a cat is not feral? I guess not. From my reading, they were only working in city limits. We live two miles south. Unfortunately, one of the volunteers lives on my lane. Why she decided to pick up my Mags is beyond my understanding. Maggie Pi was so sick when she came home and she had lost 24 ounces, a lot for my little girl. I had to take her to Dr. Mike the next day for shots and meds to the tune of $75.
Maggie is getting better and gaining some weight. She spends her day in Sweetums’ lap or in the dirty clothes basket. She will gladly tell you all the sorted details.
I was so pissed. Whenever I see the woman I look the other way. I still want to smack her.
And what does that mean?
