OK, I did a search in yahoo! groups for Winnipeg...
Yes, I'm stereotyping, but I think of 213 gays and lesbians someone might be interested in rescuing a cat...
TALKY, you rawk - that's right, with a 'w'! Thanks you so much for all your work and advice, and thanks to all! It is indeed not stereotyping to say that gay people love kittens, because, really, there are so few people who don't like kittens. And just because someone doesn't like pussy, doesn't mean...nevermind.
I brought the kitten over to my bestfriend's place on Saturday because I felt bad that the kitten had been locked in a tiny room all day and needed to stretch his kitten legs. He said "you can bring him over, but I'm not keeping him." And I said "Oh, I know, you'd be the worst pet owner, ever!" (which is not true as he is a sort of neat-freakish person who previously took more or less soul responsibility for caring for his [also gay] twin brother's two cats when they were roommates.) My bestfriend is in fact dating an editor for the local Queer News paper, and will be breaking up with him very soon, and will therefore be lonely. So I bring over the kitten, the kitten is generally very kitten like, plays with my friend, and then immediatly falls into the sort of deep sleep that only tired kittens can. My friend gazes at the kitten, who is happily in dreamland and looking generally adorable, then turns to me and says "oh my god, I'm keeping him aren't I?" I shrug, as I do not want to force him into anything. We watch Dirty Dancing. He quotes directy from the movie "Nobody puts baby in the corner!" His soon to by ex-boyfriend shows up and does all of my friends' laundry for him. The fact that I know he will soon be breaking up with his boyfriend, but is still letting him do all his laundry makes me a little angry, but I keep my mouth shut knowing I might have found a home for the kitten. My friend tells me "I think I'll call him Mr. Smithers." A long pause. Me "Does that mean you're keeping him? 'Cause if you're keeping him I need to take you to Wal-Mart to buy you all the litter and food you need."
And my problems are solved.
Also, TALKY, I did call Quagga, the Siamese Rescue Shelter is where I got one of my cats, and indeed the bargan-basement cat neutering from the humane society is the reason why I no longer have two insane, evil, in heat 24/7 females anymore, and my friend plans to get the kitten neutered when he's old enough too.
*blink*
i'm sorry, is that your way of saying you already have too many cats, or do you live in hell?
I remember the days when I used to look at people with cat fur on their clothes and think, "oh, how tacky to be covered in fur like that, I sure am glad I'll never be covered in fur like that!" Ah, hubris! Sometimes I turn to my SO and say "oh, no! We have three cats!" because, well, we have three cats, and that's just scary. Mostly though, it's rare to have all three in a room at the same time, so it's liveable.
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