When we bought our house in ’04, we inherited a kat. I called her Grey kitteh and she lived outside and used our porch as her base camp. She and Opal the Siamese didn’t get along very well, but I would bring her in during storms and cold spells to keep her safe.
As Katrina was coming in I tried to get her into the car, but she would have nothing to do with a machine, so I locked her and our tenant’s kitteh in the house. Split open a 20# bag of kibble and set out 6 gallons of water. I didn’t plan to be gone long, but my prep saved their lives. (little poops lived on my altar to keep away from the Flood)
Three weeks after the Flood a friend opened up our house and out came two thin cats. The SPCA and friends made sure that there was always food and water on the porch whilst we were away. Grey Kitty guarded the homestead, until the ex-owner of the place had her picked up. Animal Rescue called me in SoCal and I got her returned to the house pronto.
After being away for six months we returned to New Orleans and I couldn’t find Grey Kitty. I’d call out for her, but there was no little bundle of fur bouncing down the street to get her treats. That hurt really bad. I missed the sound of her “mow, mow, mow” as she ran to the porch for pets and some loving.
Last week I was talking with some neighbors and found out that Grey had adopted an elderly lady a block away. She still only wants to be outside, but she is well cared for. I’m glad she found a home, but I do hope there will come a day when she bounces up the staircase to the porch and yells at me. I’ll have a can of tuna ready for her.
‘Tis a strange tale, but I’m happy that she survived the great Unpleasentness of the last few years. She is a true New Orleanian.
I’m an animal lover and during the week I was offline this crap hit the news.
Where to go with this? Total freaking outrage is all I can come up with concerning this issue. These little creatures did nothing wrong, and when the Parish decided to clean house they did’t want to pay for sedation for the little ones they decided to KILL. Not a damn one of these psuedo humans should be allowed to live… they should suffer the same fate as that which these poor little ones faced. These two-legged animals must face complete retribution for their hatred of Life.
We are judged by our actions. This is how we are viewed by others, our patience, our kindliness and our empathy for others. Whether we walk on two legs or four, we are all the Lady’s creatures and we must care for each other. Hell, we even give murderers better treatment than these assholes in Tangipahoa Parish did to those animals in the Shelter. What makes these fucks think that they are better than the little ones? Because they speak English or can do rudimentory mathematics? That they can drive a car or take themselves into bankruptcy?
I have known many worthless pieces of trash in my life, and every one of them walked on two legs. They are the slime that crawls, and these assholes kill animals without at least trying to ease the pain of their passing? Where the fuck are their souls? Is there no Humanity within those shells they call bodies? What if I did these things to their mis-begotten offspring?
They’d be screaming bloody fucking murder over my actions.
Any and all of those people responsible for this mass murder should spend the rest of their lives in Angola. God damn fuckmooks all.
The Goddess knows what went down, and when She exacts Her justice, you are going to fall assholes. (That or I’ll get to put a bullet in your brains.)
From the PoliticalCat comes a great story of a pony rescued in the aftermath of Katrina and her struggles.
And I thought I had probs…