So, I'm moving in about two weeks. In with my parents (oh god, oh god) for about six weeks before I leave on the trip.

I have a cat, but my parents are no longer cat people and now I must find a home for Kona.

There were a few friends and acquaintances who have expressed an interest in adopting her, but that is as far as anything has gone. From what I can tell, my options thus far are:

A. Carmen's parents' house in Seattle. Kona may be mauled by the strays that her parents take in.
B. Find a home through Craig's List.
C. ...Humane society?

Really, that's it. When I went to post an ad at Craig's List there was a warning on the page from PETA that many animal abusers use the classified ads to find animal victims. There was a story about a man who would take his kids to go and get people's pets to hurt, and the authorities were alerted by the neighbors when he had partially buried a live dog with a noose around its neck. Granted, this is extreme; my assumption is that most people are not animal-burying psychopaths. Nevertheless, I am distraught. What can I do?

Pastor Sylvia found me on the porch just a bit ago, crying about the whole situation. She hugged me and said a little prayer for me and then told me that the neighbors across the street are Major Cat People and that they might be able to help me out in some way. Maybe this will all work out. I hope so. At the very least I'm glad that Sylvia took the time to sit with me in my misery.