This week, I borrowed a carrier box from someone who works in rescuing animals to take the stray cat that I befriended over the course of nearly two years to a charity vet clinic that does checkups for reduced prices. I took photos of him/her (I'm still unsure of the sex) and talked to a friend who also volunteers in rescuing animals so that we could put him up for adoption after the necessary medical checkups and procedures.
I managed to get him inside the box using food and a lot of patience. He doesn't like petting or care about it, and he doesn't cuddle around my legs or show affection like some other strays I've encountered. That made getting him inside the box much harder than it would have otherwise been.
The door of the box has an awkward design, so it wasn't very secure. I tried to calm down the cat so that he would stop trying to push against it, which only worked for a few minutes. While we were still on the same street I live in, he managed to push open the door and run away, but thankfully, we were still on the same street, which he's familiar with and knows people in. It would have been much worse if he had gotten out in the distant neighborhood where the clinic is located.
I'm very sad that I couldn't help him, though. I had to try, especially because I felt so bad every time I saw how much he struggled on the streets and came to my doorstep while hungry. I don't think I would have been able to take him to more vet visits, which he would have inevitably needed to complete the checkups. He would have also needed to be transported for adoption, and going by his reaction when I got him in the box, I don't think that would have worked out either.
I hope he's okay. I need to do something to cheer myself up today, though. I don't feel great right now.
I managed to get him inside the box using food and a lot of patience. He doesn't like petting or care about it, and he doesn't cuddle around my legs or show affection like some other strays I've encountered. That made getting him inside the box much harder than it would have otherwise been.
The door of the box has an awkward design, so it wasn't very secure. I tried to calm down the cat so that he would stop trying to push against it, which only worked for a few minutes. While we were still on the same street I live in, he managed to push open the door and run away, but thankfully, we were still on the same street, which he's familiar with and knows people in. It would have been much worse if he had gotten out in the distant neighborhood where the clinic is located.
I'm very sad that I couldn't help him, though. I had to try, especially because I felt so bad every time I saw how much he struggled on the streets and came to my doorstep while hungry. I don't think I would have been able to take him to more vet visits, which he would have inevitably needed to complete the checkups. He would have also needed to be transported for adoption, and going by his reaction when I got him in the box, I don't think that would have worked out either.
I hope he's okay. I need to do something to cheer myself up today, though. I don't feel great right now.
