I think my biological clock is ticking, but coming out in a different way. I've been wanting to adopt a cat of a dog so badly lately. I have 2 cats at home, but I still feel this overwhelming desire to adopt another needy cat. And I come across so many of them at the spca, it's getting to the point I go home every week wanting to bring this or that cat back.

Yesterday I was surprised to see one cat still around. She was there last week in very dire condition after being found viturally starved to death. She's also 13 (traced through tattoo, however owner has moved and not traceable) so I figured her odds were not good. Her liver was shot because of the starvation, but were awaiting another test to see just how bad. I left a note to call me if her liver was ok but were going to euthanize her; I'll take her.

I hadn't heard from them so I figured she was put down. So, I was surprised when she was there yesterday looking SO much better. She's still wobbly, but is walking now, and eating well. She could use fostering, but they'll be sending her to the shelter today.

I SOOO want to bring her home with me, but the logical side of me says I shouldn't. I'm just pining to adopt, I guess it's my body saying it wants to take care of something.