In the middle of dinner, my phone rings. It is Haley, a friend of mine. She had taken her two sons to the local park to play and said that when she sat under a tree, she noticed a cat lying in the weeds. According to her the cat looked like “walking death.” He was orange and white, skin and bones, so dehydrated and hungry. She managed to give him some food then prevailed on a stranger to borrow a cat crate the guy had in his car. She asked me if I would take the cat.

The cat (turns out he is a she) is upstairs and has devoured three cans of food and one bowl of water. She is indeed skin and bones, and tomorrow when I drop off my spays, I will ask if I can make an appointment to have her seen. She is old- this girl and likely seen better times. Haley thinks she may have to be euthanized, but I hope she is not that far gone. Tomorrow, we will see what the outcome will be. Here she is- I am calling her Victannie. Right now, she is in front of the fan and barely moving-:(