I survived Hurricane Matthew by hiding out around the Springfield Library. Some very nice ladies would pet me, some fed me, some made sure that I had clean water and didn't have to rely on the creek behind the building. The building is nice, has covered porches (3 of them) but it wasn't "home". The closest thing to home was when the kids would come for story time or to get new books. Then they wou
ld pick me up, love on me, hug me, and generally remind me that I was loved. Yesterday, the nice ladies were talking about what a lover boy I was. One of them said "I'd take him home if he were neutered. I just can't afford to do that right now." - clearly my original family loved me but didn't understand the importance of that. Then, another very nice lady said "If you will take him home, I'll pay for the neuter and rabies shot. And, I'll help with food and stuff." After that, another nice lady said "We have to call him Dewey, though, because he is a Library cat". Another said "I have a crate in my car I don't need right now, we can get it to put you in there, so you can go to your new home." I didn't understand that she was just trying to help, and I scratched her. I'm sorry :( but the lady who was taking me home was used to cats and got me safely in the crate. Then, another of the ladies went to the store and got me my own towel AND a very nice, very soft blankie for me to sleep on. I love my blankie. You can see it in the cover picture. Another woman, one with a cute little boy, said "I think Dewey needs to come to my house and be my baby's best friend." That lady lives next door to the woman who was taking me home, so that was nice. Finally, the Guyton Animal Hospital was called, and told my situation, and they were kind enough to not only work me in for my neuter so I could come to my new home today, but they made sure I had plenty of pain medicine. After all of that, more of the ladies at the library, and their children, offered to contribute for whatever I needed. They were so happy I was going to have a new home AND not have to worry about hiding from predators and/or animal control. One of the other of the residents who share the driveway with my new "mom" has said that if I don't work out with Mom, or with The other Lady who wants me, He'll take me home with him. I think I'm being fought over ;)
