Sunday, August 24, 2008
Grady, (stray kitty)
My husband decided to name him Grady. What a gentle name. Grady did not show up the night before last night. I was a little worried but not for long. Last night he was there waiting with the others for his food. I took a few pictures first, then brought him his food. This time, I was able to pet him and pick him up. He was so light. All I felt under that matted fur was bones. He didn't squirm or fuss, he just seemed to enjoy the kind touch of a human.
Today will be the first day of Grady's rehabilitation. We have antibiotics for him, he will be cleaned up, get some weight on him, then we will find him a forever loving home. One he deserves.
For the person who dumped him, all I can say is "how could you"? "How could you look into those eyes and put him outside to fend for himself"? "How could you feel good about yourself?" I am happy Grady found his way to me.