Two old aunties rushed down to AVA after they found out that their cats were caught. A mother and her baby.
The officer brought the cats out but said he could only release one. The aunties had to choose.
The cats jumped for joy at seeing these familiar loving faces, not understanding the anguish and the tears.
They chose the mother. Because they had seen her as a baby, as a young playful adult and then an unwitting, unsavvy young mother. Then they witnessed the baby frantic, hysterical in the cage as she was carried back into the unspeakable backrooms.
How does anyone make such a decision? How do you expect them to recover from it? This happened some time ago but the aunties will never ever forget this.
Tamaow painting 07.05.15
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