(A riff on Van Morrison—if your old enough to remember him, that is.)
The kitty search saga hit another snag; another adoption attempt has failed. And I was this ->||<- close. The way these rescue groups act, you’d think I beat and starve my cats.
A couple weeks ago, I met Domino, an older kitty with a thyroid problem. Fortunately, I’ve had experience with thyroid problems. Gigi had one, which we treated for two years. Domino and I got along famously. He let me hold him, he purred, and he even licked my finger. And his foster mom was simply thrilled I wanted an older cat. (She and I seemed to get along, too.)
But, I failed the vet check. It’s a long story that I’m sure no one is interested in. Suffice it to say the rescue group thought I’d been untruthful in my application, and were concerned that Shadow hadn’t been to the vet in a very long time.