Leland’s owners brought him to a vet for something or other, then simply failed to come and retrieve him. The contact number they’d provided turned out to be fake, leaving the vet’s office with no way to get hold of them.
We like to think the vet wasn’t serious when speaking of euthanasia as an option for this cat who’d been dumped on the clinic, but the assistant took the possibility seriously enough that she opted to take poor Leland home herself. It was then that she discovered he was a pee-er, something he demonstrated all over her place. And so she called RAPS.
All this back story shouldn’t take away from the fact that Leland is a nice, friendly boy. This shot was taken moments after he met me for the first time.