I am all for pet adoption. But you will probably never find me in a shelter looking for a pet. There are two reasons behind this.
1) I will take every single furry body home with me, regardless of age, sex, political association and whether or not I can afford it. I'm a total sucker for animals. Ask me about my soul crushing experience working in a pet store and I'll tell you about how I ended up with a pet ferret who was deaf. I still miss his fuzzbutt.
2) Pets find me.
I still can't imagine that he doesn't have another home. After all, when the weather is really awful we aren't visited by Alot all that much. If we were his only refuge, he'd be howling at the door when it rained.
But I think we are holding a close second.
Probably kill birds and roll around in their blood.
I just hope he cleans himself up before he comes back tonight. Cleaning blood off of a cat is not my favorite meal-time activities. But you have to do it, right? I mean, what if he was injured?! You have to check these things! It's only after you've parted matted hair and gotten the clotted blood out from between the toes of a loudly purring cat can you start admonishing him on his behavior.
Yeah, the Danish Boy is a sucker for Alot, and so am I.