Many years ago, long before social media existed, we read a tale of woe in our local paper about a dog at the humane society shelter. We had already spoken of getting a dog, since we'd moved into a home with a fenced in back yard. We went to inquire, and were told that the dog we were interested was no longer available but were shown a cute puppy who fetched the ball and gave kisses and was adorable. Paper work was completed, we went home to see if we passed their background check, and two days later, we picked up Chester. We got him home and released him into the yard, only to watch him go completely nuts. He ran like his tail was on fire and was generally hyper. After watching this for a couple of minutes, the Phenom and I both said, at the same time, "you know, I thought he was smaller." To this day, although it turns out that Chester was the perfect pick of a dog for us, we still aren't entirely sure we weren't baited, baited, and switched.
Well, it's happened again. This time to a friend.
A friend reposted pictures of a super pretty, fluffy kitty at the humane society. One picture in particular was so breathtaking that she decided to give the kitty a home. She went to inquire and was told that this particular kitty had a sibling that was very shy and needed to be adopted with the one they'd posted. She was caught in a moment of weakness and agreed. She took both kitties. They are both beautiful, but the second one is needing much more care to acclimate to her home.
Then, this morning, the humane society posted that the pretty kitty had gone to his new "furever" home with his NEW brother. NEW . . as in not actually siblings. HA! Suckers!