The one I couldn’t help

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Near work I found a man trying to get a cat off the road. He was successful but she went back on and sat down in the middle of the road. She had a collar on and seemed friendly enough so I picked her up off the road and took her to the footpath. When I lofted her I just felt ribs. She was clearly used to being held. I have her a rub under the chin and checked her collar. No tag on collar but noticed she was infested with fleas. I waited until it looked like she was staying off the road and continued to the shop. On my way back to work she was sitting in the middle of the road again. After much deliberation I decided to go back
to work and get a box and walk her to the vet around the corner to see if she had a microchip. She had a desexing tattoo. Someone has owned her at some point. By the time I came back with the box I couldn’t find her. I just keep telling myself at least she’s no longer on the road.

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Posted on November 12, 2014, in Cats, Life and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. These incidents haunt you. I still wonder what became of the cat I saw at a busy roundabout. Like you, I went back with a box but there was no sign of him. Like you I reassured myself by knowing he was not lying dead in the road.

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