Meet the Human: Foffmom

I was casual about my animal rescuing for years. If a four-legged someone walked up our drive, I would give them a chance. Usually, they fit in and became family. We live in what passes for country near a city (aka acreage yet to be developed). So we are in close range for humans looking to "drop" an animal. Some of them wandered in. Their stories may show up here later. But it was not a serious endeavor until the little black cat/kitten.

I had seen it, scurrying across the road in front of my car. I pulled off on the shallow shoulder, and did my best "kitty, here kitty" routine. The young cat looked over it's shoulder as it put on the afterburners and ripped through the green blades of long grass. I thought I would try that again with cat food, and went on with my life.

Weeks passed. I thought about the cat when I drove past the spot, and I may have seen it once more. I intended to come back with cat food, and spend more time, but somehow didn't find the time. On a frosty morning, after I drove over the bridge, I spotted the cat again. It was roadkill. This was sickening enough, this small black form at the edge of our two lane country road. But what drove me into a cat pursuing maniac was this: its quiet, motionless body beside the asphalt was starvation thin.