Personal -- poor cats

A while back (were I good with tags, I'd give one... maybe a summer project learning how to do that...) I wrote about an acquantance who was planning to move and put down their old cats because they can't live in their new place...

After several comments on her blog asking her not to do it, she said they'd try to find someplace (yea... right.).

Well, a recent check of her blog said that her mom had them put down -- the claim was the pound wouldn't take them because they are too old to be adopted out. She lives in a pretty major metro area, I'm surprised there wasn't a no-kill shelter to take them... hell, Duluth has one (mom got dog #1 there).

I'm sad -- I can't see how living in a nicer condo can be worth killing two healthy cats. She claims that it is actually more kind to put them down than to have them potentially separated and in cages. I disagree-- death or separation... hmmm.....

As someone who lives with three cats (one illegal according to the lease) -- I know that it is a bit harder to find someplace to rent that accepts cats. I also know that two cats is pretty much the standard number allowed, and that if you actually WANT to find someplace that will accept your cats, it can be done. I've rejected very "sweet" places in Denver, Omaha and St. Paul that wouldn't let me have the old cat who is on me as I write. Sure, it took a bit more effort on my part -- I may have even had to change spring break plans, drive across town or commute extra time -- but I worked it out on a limited budget, at least twice while both doing graduate work in philosophy and teaching.

Sometimes people suck...