"i don't do diabetics or tripods"

i recently decided to do my part to honor bob barker's legacy and help control the pet population. our former neighbors' cats were breeding like rabbits so i trapped all 7 and then took them to a cat rescue to have them spayed and neutered and adopted out. that's when the fun began!

(what you're about to read is absolutely true!)

i met the transporter (helps the rescue operation by ferrying animals to and fro) in the parking lot of petsmart to drop off the cats. she was right on time, but on an "emergency call" as she loudly announced when i approached the car - she told me to go back to my car and she would be with me in a moment. (i knew it was her car because i was told to be on the look out for a maroon suv covered with paws and had the license plate "pawmoble.) it was like we were doing espionage or something. finally, i got to hand over the cats. we made pleasant conversation and it was at that point that she informed me that she too was in the cat rescue business, but that she didn't do diabetics (scared of the needles) or tripods (doesn't understand how they survive on only three legs).

tonight, we were summoned to the rescue to pick up the two cats that would be going back to our former neighbors (too old to be easily adopted). i cannot even begin to describe the scene. the place was literally crawling with cats - all well fed and cared for, but way too many for my taste.

god bless these women, but that's just a wacky life's mission.