Every time someone walks into the Humane Society looking for a cat to adopt, I try to pimp out the adult cats.
“THIS IS NORMAN AND HE’S NICE AND SWEET AND GIVES CAT HUGS AND KISSES. HE ISN’T FIXED BUT HE’S MICROCHIPPED AND NEEDS A GOOD HOME. HE’S BEEN REALLY LONELY HERE AND HIS OWNER HAD TO GIVE HIM UP BECAUSE THEY DEVELOPED ALLERGIES TO HIM. :’(”
Then I end up making myself feel really sad and I have to tell myself not to cry for all the cats.