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Am conflicted. I already have a cat, I don't really want 2, but he's cool. I had no choice. I knew he was down in my basement somewhere amongst boxes and concrete and wood but every time I ran down there he stopped so I figured mom found him or something. Must have happened since this was ongoing for weeks. But said mom I've seen regularly is wasting away slowly I can tell (she's pure feral, I can't help) so today he just screamed all day. I feel bad for ignoring it for hours but I was praying mom would come back. 2pm went by, 3, 4, etc. Bout 10 is when I realized that this won't stop until he starves to death.
Went down into my garage and crappy basement cats can get into and there he is. Helpless. Screaming. Hungry. I can't turn away, there is absolutely nothing i could have done but scooped him. I never had a choice. This was thrust upon me. This should be a choice.
I'm still going to find a good home (no shelter bs) and barring all that.. well... ugh... I just worry now what if I find more. I can't become a foster home. It's so hard.
Also his siblings are probably dying too given the mangy state of the mom... luckily none of them were left down there with Niggerplague.
I didn't sleep tonight and now I have to go kitty shopping. Fml.
