This is Lilly Tigress. She’s an adorable ball of fur which won the heart of her owner after the death of his first kitten. Lilly was found by administration and evicted from the dorm. For the 4 days that she was on her own, she roughed it in the yard fighting for every scrap of meal she got. She was found and returned to the luxurious land of tuna, beef and cheese sticks, mackerel, and oatmeal (we try to balance her fiber intake). The darn cat eats better than most people on the compound.
There’s only 2 rules for her continued residency with us. (1). Take a dump, wipe your rump. The cat herself might feel the need for therapy her having to be turned upside down, and have toilet tissue scraped along her nether orifices. (2). A bath every 2 days. It’s a heart rending thing to watch a cat out up a serious struggle for freedom from shampoo and water.
Her owner has served 23 years on 2 life sentences without parole for robberies where no one was hurt, no blood was shed, no life was taken. If Lilly serves as a therapy cat, how could I deprive the man of a coping fur ball?