Trying to find an Unknown Person...

It's that time a year again when I need to write a letter. The only problem is that I don't know who to send it to, so I thought perhaps, you might help. I don't think anyone reading this is the person I am writing to, but you may know them. You may be able to link to this, or re-post in its entirety. You might be able to print it out and stick it on a bulletin board somewhere. If you are at a college, get every last person in your school to pass this on.

You might have kids the right age to share this with, they might have friends they could pass on the message to. The internet is a powerful thing, and maybe, if enough people read this, the person I am trying to reach will see this.....

Dear Unknown You,

It's May. Congratulations on surviving another year, or your first year of college. I need to talk to you about something tho. That kitten you adopted last September when you went back to school, or away from home the first time, the one you loved, played with and cared for these last ten months, the one that comforted you, purred at you, slept by you feet at night, remember him?

The one you discovered when school got out that you couldn't take home, couldn't take to your internship, the one you had no place for? Remember him?

Well, good news. He's here. At my back door. And he's a little bewildered to find himself suddenly on his own. He's about 10-11 months old now, maybe a year.

I know you believe that Kitty-Kitty is a Cat, and can hunt, and it's summer and he will be fine, but I need to tell you, all Kitty-Kitty knows is that home is indoors and food comes from cans or in a bowl as lovely bits of crunch.

Kitty-Kitty has been looking for you, he's been to a lot of houses mewing and looking and hoping. He finally showed up at my place and he's really worried about you. He doesn't know me, but he knows I am like you and that when he mews at the back door, I will come out and fill up his bowl and talk to him.

Know too, that since you neglected to spay/neuter Kitty-Kitty, in this case neuter, Kitty-Kitty is most likely a father many times over, to some lovely girl Kitties in the same position.

I know you were thinking, no worries, someone will love him, he's so sweet, he'll find a home but get this: Kitty-Kitty is now MY FUCKING PROBLEM. I haven't dropped the F-bomb in my blog since last May when this happened, but get this too: I can't take him in, I already have more than enough rescues, but I, unlike you, can't just walk away.

I need to make friends with him, feed him, get his shots, get him neutered and find him a home because if someone doesn't he is going to die; scared, starving and alone, wondering what in his world happened for things to go so horribly wrong.

And I can't let that happen. If they cross my path, I will save them.

I wish you had had the maturity to have thought the same when you decided you wanted that Kitten.

Not so much love, but hoping you read this,

Quiche MeDeadly