I got a message tonight. I was in the midst of watching the very last moments of a video, so I just listened to the message later. Sounded almost like a kid. She said her name was Victoria and that she saw Feather on the website and wanted to pick the kitten up as soon as possible, which also sounded like something a kid might say.
So I called the Albany number. A young adult female answered. I said I was returning the call, about the cat. She denied she'd made the call and said "yes", when I repeated the number to see if I had called the number I'd written down. I said "Is there anyone else there who might have made the call, a friend, a child?" She denied that also. I hung up, but the woman seemed sad or distant or something I couldn't put my finger on.
I wondered later. Was it a child who called? It was hard to tell on my muffled answering machine. I have Feather labeled on the website as a kitten I found at the rest area, near death from starvation, likely abandoned there. I wonder, did a kid recognize a kitten they had, that disappeared, or a kitten that was at a friends house who had disappeared suddenly back before Christmas? I wonder if whomever called knew Feather's origins.
Or was it just a child who wants a kitten and their mother can't handle having a kitten? Or did this person accidentally give the wrong number? The call came from a cell phone, however.
It was strange, I'll say, strange. But there's usually a reason behind strange happenings. They are rarely random or accidental.
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
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did you call and ask for "victoria"?
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