He was in a crate draped with a towel in an effort to calm him. He was a big orange boy and his owner, a man in his thirties, stood worriedly next to the crate.
When I talked to the owner, he said that his wife was pregnant and had suddenly developed an allergy to Sebastian (yeah, right). He had Sebastian before he got married. And now he had been given an ultimatum - Sebastian or his wife.
Personally, I can see the obvious answer.
But lately more and more I think of Sebastian. I wonder about what happened to him. I fret for him, that his owner might have done the most horrendous thing possible and had him put down.
Today, I contacted one of the women who run the rescue group who was there the day Sebastian was.
"I only remember two Sebastians this year," she said. "And both were adopted. One was older and the younger one was in a foster home for quite awhile."
I sighed with relief.
Then she said, "You're interested in an older orange male cat?"
And God help me, I said, "Yes."
But I know it's not all Sebastian I'm thinking of. I'm thinking of Saffie, my sweet orange boy that Xman kept and just as effectively killed by bringing in diseased strays.
As I watch his brother Gus get older - 13 now - I think about Saffie and how I missed watching him grow into cat-manhood.
I know it's nuts. It's probably something else and not even a cat at all. God knows I've got enough cats willing to cuddle.
I don't know what it's about. It may or may not be about a big orange cat.
I hope I figure it out soon. Before someone calls me about a big old orange cat who needs a home.
Of course, things like this don't help....
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