I can't win for losing

For three days now, I have been embroiled in the life of a stray Scottish Fold. Two nights ago he was found on the side of my neighbors house declawed and hungry. I fed him I stayed up all night to make sure he wasn't attacked by an oppossum or raccoon. I called every animal place I could find on the planet. I found a lady who said he needed some testing before she could take him. Inadvertently yesterday I was talking with my neighbor in the post office when the postal worker overheard. She told us of a lady named Gretchen who could help. We found her and she said she could take him. We were jubilant at the fact that he wouldn't have to sleep outside again, and maybe I could get some sleep. I sent the first woman an email in my excitement. Today I woke up to a scathing email about my being inhumane to animals. He had to sleep in a carrier overnight in someones garage, and would have been so much better off in the bushes for another night. I beg to differ. I think whilst he may have been uncomfortable last night, he was not going to be attacked by something that he could not defend himself against. I don't know, I guess I'm just an asshole. *sigh*