(continued from previous post)Next I tried to give Frieda to the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA). My logic: Frieda and I in the same household appeared to be a cruel situation. The SPCA presented red tape. They required a $100 fee for taking the cat, and only if upon assessment they considered her adoptable.
“What if she’s not adoptable? Would you put her down?”
This woman sounded more appalled than the veterinarian’s receptionist, “We are not a kill center.”
I was obviously scooping the wrong litter box.
“What if she’s not adoptable? Would you put her down?”
This woman sounded more appalled than the veterinarian’s receptionist, “We are not a kill center.”
I was obviously scooping the wrong litter box.
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