tilly_stratford | So tired, so pleased with myself

A lot of things to do at the shelter today. There were cats coming in, cats going out (I did my first cat adoption! :D Susanne finally has a home!), stuff sold, those adorable kids set to work... And my arms are torn to shreds. Ah yes, this bit I remember.

I've already started dreaming of someone coming in and loudly proclaiming "I want an adult cat. I want the least popular cat in the house, it doesn't matter if it looks like it's been chewed and spat out as long as it's got personality."

Eeeeverybody wants kittens. That's the problem in a nutshell, isn't it? People want kittens, nobody wants cats.

Anyway, enough bitching: The weekly cat showcase!

I want to point you to Felix because he is simply the least adoptable cat ever.

For one, he's no beauty. He has lived a hard life - his ears are torn up, he's scarred and lumpy after years of fighting. He distrusts everyone. He'll hurt you if you get too close, and hiss at you if you're even in the same room. He has even scared off potential foster parents - you know, the people whose job is to to take care of the asocial ones? That's Felix. Of all the cats on the shelter, he's the only one who's allowed to go without a collar - nobody has a deathwish strong enough to try to put it on.

But I've developed an odd sort of deep respect for Felix. He knows a cat doesn't exist solely so it can please humans. He's been through hell and damn right, life has taught him to trust no one. He might not be aware of it, but I know humans are to blame - and though he might stay at the shelter till the end of his days, I sort of like the thought of him being there. As a reminder.