Once he threw up all over the floor, Steve crawled up on my lap and slept the rest of the way to the Humane Society. A1 took this picture as we drove along the Columbia River. Once there we told the receiving processors where we found him, etc. They weren’t rude, but they weren’t happy to see him either. In the end, they asked if we could take him home for a couple of days because there wasn’t enough room for him at the shelter. 18 kitties had been dropped off so far in the few hours they’d been open. While we were completing paperwork a man with two very small kittens was told to take his little ones home as well. The intake board on the wall showed that 6 dogs had been received and 4 “other” types of animals today as well. The ratio of cats to other animals being turned in was heart breaking. We asked what the adoption rate was and the clerk told us 7 out of 10 for healthy cats received. That means sick or injured cats don’t have a chance. It’s even a gamble with the healthy ones that they’ll find homes. I’ll never understand why people don’t think it’s important to spay and neuter their pets. We’re placing ads on Craigslist and Freecycle, as well as being on the adoption list at the Humane Society. Hopefully we’ll be able to find Steve a permanent, loving home soon. In the meantime he’s our guest.