only got one
Despite all the horrible things I've seen on the teevee or read about over the last couple of days, one of the things that's managed to get to me - I literally had to turn away from the story when I read it - was this:
At the front of the line, the weary refugees waded through ankle-deep water, grabbed a bottle of water from state troopers and happily hopped on buses that would deliver them from the horrendous conditions of the Superdome.
At the back end of the line, people jammed against police barricades in the rain. Refugees passed out and had to be lifted hand-over-hand overhead to medics. Pets were not allowed on the bus, and when a police officer confiscated a little boy's dog, the child cried until he vomited. "Snowball, Snowball," he cried.
Of the things that could happen to a child - or really, just a pet owner - during all of this, having your puppy "confiscated" moments before you escape a disaster area has to be like a knife in the heart.
I know the human cost of Katrina has been staggering, but I noticed Billmon included a couple of relevant buttons in his list of aid links, so I think this is allowed: today, then, is an extra special cat-blogging. Click young Gatsby's pic to get to the Humane Society's Katrina page. You can also visit the Whiskey Bar for the animal-friendly Noah's Wish as well as a host of other biped-related aid links.
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