AmyFat cats.
One-week agreements.
Fresh air.
The air is pungent with a mix of lemon disinfectant and a slight undertone of urine. The combination of smells is giving me a headache.
“Are you sure about this?” Landon questions, his voice unsure. “I don’t know.”
“No, this is right.” I nod as I hold the fat, silky ball of a cat in my arms. “Jax needs him.”
“Jax needs a lot of things right now. Just not sure an obese cat is the answer.” Landon walks around the room, looking at the other cats in the metal cages at our local shelter.
“He needs companionship. It’s not good for him to be alone all the time. Animals are therapeutic. And this guy is so sweet. Listen to him purr. He’s perfect.”
“You’ve seen Jax. He can barely take care of himself. You really want to risk the life of Fatty here
