As many of you know, I have a cat.
A very adorable, yet very elderly (16 as of this coming November) cat. I adopted her as a 6 week old kitten and have provided the only home she’s ever known.
Were something unfortunate to happen to me, my well-meaning yet clueless family would probably send her straight to the LA County animal shelter.
The problem with elderly cats (and dogs) is that if they end up at a shelter, they’re very likely to be euthanized immediately as homes for geriatric animals are few and far between.
For quite some time, I’ve had an agreement with a very good friend of mine that, in the event of my demise or incapacitation, said friend would double down on the allergy meds and take said cat. Preferably before my sister throws the cat in a pillowcase and drop-kicks her into the in-box at the pound (I’m joking, of course – my sister would never soil a perfectly good pillowcase).
Said friend is now moving out-of-town.
So, I now ask one of you wonderful readers if you would be able, if needed, to provide a home for a sweet yet princess-like cat (healthy, no special needs other than horribly expensive raw food and organic treats).
Tiara not included.
NOTE: Of course I’m not expecting anything to happen to me, but since I’m not a spring chicken either, I feel the need to have a plan.
It’s sort of like a will. None of us really think we’re going to need one, but then that bus comes out of nowhere and your great aunts spend 18 months in probate court fighting over your comic collection while sending the autographed first edition Dickens novel to Goodwill.