This is all Katie’s fault! If she hadn’t written such a compelling argument about rescuing pets from an animal shelter rather than purchasing from a pedigreed breeder, I would not have had such a tough decision to make. You can read her blog posting on shelter animals on this blog site.  She was passionate in her reasoning about rescuing existing pets rather than opting for other avenues. 

My problem was money. We run our homestead on a tight budget and coming up with the vet costs to spade a female or neuter a male was not in line with our goals since we lost both our beloved cat and dog last year.

The solution came about when I read the local paper. I always scan the featured pets posted from our local shelter and there he was, a neutered cat looking for a new home. He had been dumped in the country near a dairy farm. For some reason, city folks think that dairy farmers need an endless supply of cats.

He had been in the shelter for quite some time. Why was he abandoned? Did he have some secret evil habit that caused his previous owner to toss him away?  They cared enough to spend the money to have him neutered so at some time someone cared about him. What had he done? Why didn’t they drop him off at the pound?  I had lots of questions but none of them were important when I picked him up. This Tom needed a home and I am a sucker for a pretty face. 

I signed all the papers and soon we were on our way home.

The staff at the shelter gave me advice on how to keep a Tom cat on my property.

For three days, I kept him in a large cage with a litter box and food and water.  I spent time each day with him and took his cage on a trolley out to the gardens so he could watch the flocks and get use to the area. This worked well as he has never tried to run off even though we live out on an open prairie.

There are lots of benefits to adopting a pet or in our case a “farm worker” from a shelter. He was litter box trained and wanted to spend time each day outside.  He cleaned out the house within the first week of the tiny mice that were too smart to run into the sticky traps that I always pick up at my favorite Buchheits store.  He got them so upset they forgot to run around the traps. Even the really smart mouse, who was laughing at us from the bookshelf, met his end due to our new mouser. 

Please consider getting your next member of your family from a shelter.  What we received was a loyal pet that seems grateful for his new home.  He makes me laugh every day. Sincerely here to serve you.  Be blessed!  Anne May