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Posted at 4:24 PM ET, 12/11/2009

19 pounds of gorgeous

By washingtonpost.com editors

By Andrea Meyerhoff
Washington

We went after hearing another story of animal cruelty. Any one of these is one too many. You can’t undo it; it’s wrong to forget. All we could do was provide some counterbalance. So my husband and I decided to adopt a cat.

The Washington Humane Society’s New York Avenue Shelter is a low concrete building between a patched parking lot and a plot of scrubby grass that seems lashed into place by cables of close-in highway. When we visited, there was a flowerbed out front full of bright annuals. Inside, we heard the sound of frenzied barking. The place smelled like, well, animals.

An energetic young woman smiled at us from the reception desk, and she led us to the observation rooms. Inside were dozens of cats, hoping to be noticed. For a moment I contemplated offering a home to them all, our spare bedroom lined with bunk beds. But we were supposed to create a shortlist. Once we had it done, another staffer, a big guy in a do-rag, assured us a smooth introduction when he opened a cage, addressed the occupant by name and scratched him under the chin. The purring made me feel better about abandoning the bunk beds.

We had just mentioned our preference for an older cat when the director happened along. There was someone he wanted us to meet. As we approached the cage, an immense striped form burrowed into his food dish. It was clear, as any of my well-upholstered aunts would have told you, that he ate from nerves. His chances were slim; age and size made him “hard to place.” Round, green, scaredy-cat eyes stared from above the dish. It hardly felt like a decision.

The Humane Society is serious about commitment. There’s a questionnaire, an interview, a form to sign, a fee. They send you home with food and vaccination papers and a discount on a pet insurance plan. Little is left to chance, but of course there’s no way to explain that to an overstuffed cardboard carrying case rocking with indignation on the back seat. It’s been more than a month now, and he has settled in nicely. While we’re making dinner, he lounges in the middle of the kitchen floor. To stay in shape, he chases a blue pencil eraser the shape of the Capitol dome. It’s a good arrangement.

So next time you hear about some act of cruelty, take a trip to the New York Avenue shelter. Take someone home. I can’t guarantee you 19 pounds of gorgeous, but you’ll find that doing something humane goes a long way to making you feel human.

By washingtonpost.com editors  | December 11, 2009; 4:24 PM ET
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Comments

Thank you for adopting an older cat who truly needed you. The animal cruelty cases are heartbreaking. Kudos to you for making something good come out of such terrible acts. We too have adopted "throwaway" cats given up because they're "too expensive" to care for, were unwanted kittens produced by a female its owners were too irresponsible or stupid to have spayed, grew out of the "cute" stage of kittenhood, scratched furniture, bit a kid who tormented them, and on and on.

Your 19 pounds of gorgeous is a lucky cat to have found you.

Posted by: notation | December 12, 2009 1:50 PM | Report abuse

Its kind of depressing, that at the same time thousands of children are suffering far greater privations that the same effort could provide life-changing help to. Animals certainly deserve the utmost care, but if you have love \ time \ money to spare, perhaps there are people you could help instead.

Posted by: frommelbourne | December 14, 2009 5:55 AM | Report abuse

come on frommelbourne. my god, you can't even spare a little magnanimity for animals? Someone shows compassion for animals and they're a-holes because they're not out taking care of someone elses kids?

people like you are the reason i'd rather give to the ASPCA or Humane society.

Posted by: Please_Fix_VAs_Roads | December 16, 2009 10:41 AM | Report abuse

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