Taking a break from gaming content to share with you how we wound up with our accidental foster cat, Charlie Chaplin (named by shelter staff). Mostly because the story amuses me, but also because a surprising (maybe unsurprising) number of folks I’m meeting through Blaugust are rather interested in the cats. 🙂 

To set the scene, for those who don’t already know, I work at my local animal shelter. I actually have a post half prepped about what I do all day, but the key point here is just that I work there.

Charlie came to my shelter through Animal Control. He’d been picked up as an injured stray cat, and spent some time at a local emergency vet being treated for an abscess on his leg. When he was stabilized, he came to my shelter.

This is where the first amusing bit happens. See, my department does process Citizen Stray intakes – but Animal Control intakes come in through the back of the building. I saw Charlie only briefly, and only because I overheard the vet techs talking about his mustache.