KITTY^Infinity etc. Again
While visiting the SPA yesterday with a friend, who was rescuing some bunnies, I was beckoned over to a row of cages by a grey striped cat, mewing and extending its paws out of the cage. I think it was a female and about a year old; the only comment written on its paper was "plays rough." It let me touch its furry pads and whined as it woefully rubbed its back against the bars. About ten other cats were pathetically locked into these cages, either sleeping or mewing for attention. A black chubby one was lying on its back, meowing and staring up at me with bright yellow eyes. Attention was focused on the popular cage with four kittens playing together (then three, as one was quickly adopted by a little boy). Then my friend took out the first grey cat from the cage, petted it briefly, and set it back in the cage.
And I think that moment is the one I regret the most out of my whole life that I am yet still allergic to cats. :(
P.S. The dog room smelled terrible. :(
The terrible highway du Vallon is now known as highway Robert-Bourassa, having been newly extended up beyond where I am, while none of its circulation problems were fixed up.
