There is a black cat on Seventh Street (above, in better days) that was in rough shape, was limping, and I had snuck in some antibiotics in its food a while back, he seemed better, but I saw him Saturday morning and his eye is pretty bad, he is limping severely, and he is in really rough shape. I am going to look into euthanasia for him at the new clinic on Bay. He is suffering, this is not a good life for him. I think I can grab him without trapping him. Then there is poor Tuffy, his paw is so so sore. He is the next - I must try to help him. But for now, I must put an end to the suffering of this other poor baby. Before I forget, I saw the baby kitten, Blake and Izzy's sibling - first sighting of the kitten that got away since the other two were rescued nearly a month ago. My heart sank. I won't give up.
Now we just have to get my new little one adopted, and I can continue my quest of rescuing one kitty, one day at a time. :)