This weekend Ryan and I went to Berkeley Animal Care Services to visit with the cats. (“Kih’ens,” a variation on “kittens,” is mainly how I refer to domestic felines. My cat lady ways speak for themselves.) Based on our schedules and accommodations (carpet in the apartment), we probably won’t be able to adopt a kitty ourselves, but a little lap-purring therapy never hurts. I got a good vibe from this “no-kill” shelter — meaning that animals can stay for years, and are only euthanized if they are ill beyond treatment or too aggressive to be adopted. While the kih’ens we encountered didn’t seem thrilled to live in cages, they were definitely getting a lot of love and attention, and all the ones we spent time with were sweet as could be.
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