Good heart or stupid head?

I was thinking kind of crazy on the way home today. For the last couple of nights, I've had occasion to stop at a local supermarket, and both times a poster on the bulletin board by the exit caught my eye. It told the tale of a seven-year-old tortie cat -- I think her name was Becky but I'm not sure -- who had to be given up by her family because someone had developed an allergy. The poster made it sound very dire; she was in desperate need of a new home...

It's been kind of haunting me.

I have two cats. One is, in fact, a tortie, and she's the love of my life. Maybe that sounds kind of pathetic, but that's how it it. She, too, once had a home and lost it (as did my other cat). So the thought of this other cat losing her home... and who knows what else... it was heartbreaking. So on the way home, I decided to stop in and get the number. At least find out if "Becky" had a new home yet. Though I knew, deep down, if I called and no one had taken her yet, morally I was essentially committing myself. My big worry was how my own tortie, Bonnie, would react. I didn't want to hurt her. But she adapted well and quickly when Max joined us.

When I got there, the poster was taken down. I can only take this to mean that someone has spoken up for "Becky". Hardhships... the family losing her, her losing her family. But at least someone new to love and care for her. And I feel a little better knowing that I was ready to step up to the plate and do what had to be done.

Good luck, little one, in your new home.