Phact0rri wrote:Not to be mean, but the pound, for a loved one?
Remember, you and I have different understandings about animals. I love Flint dearly, but he is not on the same playing field as Tristan. He's a loved one, but he is not an equal.
To be fair though, the pound I'm talking about is the St. Charles Humane Society, a very nice no-kill shelter. You can only give them animals by appointment. I've written to them asking if they'll accept Flint, assuming we don't find someone who will take him.
Phact0rri wrote:but I'd also suggest making a post on craig's list about it.
Heard too many horror stories about people taking in cats only to use them as playthings for dogs or as weekend experiments. I'd rather give Flint to a friend or a friend of a friend, or to a no-kill shelter, than to a random person answering a Craig's List ad.
I would be willing to trust any animal loving friend of yours though Phact. Good luck and thank you; we'll keep him out of the shelter until we hear back from you.
The best description of Flint:
"A 9 year old cat that thinks he's a kitten. Loves to be loved, loves to love you. He is a real snuggle-cat, and nobody is his enemy. An Indoor cat, front declawed, and "fixed". He's a real talker - if you meow at him, he will meow back. And he's an idiot-savant. Just when you think he's brilliant, he'll chase a laser pointer into a wall...
He really doesn't like shareing his people. Being given away because his people were being shared with a baby, and he took to peeing inappropriately and batting at the baby."