Joey and I were friends for some time. I used to give treats to Joey and other cats. Every time I wanted to make sure that other cats don’t steal Joey’s food.
The day of Joey’s failed adoption happened to be my birthday. I had a hectic time at work and came to SNAP cats, already feeling distressed and ran down. When I heard Joey’s story, I couldn’t conceal the tears. Joey was sitting on the floor in the kitchen quietly and was staring down. The cat was motionless; Joey’s head hopelessly dropped, and his body seemed old and fragile. Animals have a unique intrinsic ability to process emotional experiences and understand the feelings of others around them. It’s difficult to tell if Joey was aware of his possible adoption. Surely, he intuitively knew that something indeed special and precious just faded away this afternoon. When I finished my work and came to say bye to Joey, I looked into his mysterious, sparkling olive eyes. He was silently watching me walking away. These eyes burnt my soul to its deepest corners.
“No more cats,” said my husband after listening to my story. “I know. Can we please give him a chance? It may be his only opportunity to have a home”. We agreed to bring Joey home and see how it goes with our other cats. Ten days later, we drove home with Joey and put him in our office, with the beautiful Tiffany-style lamp and the best view that a cat can wish.