Well, yesterday's adoption event was interesting. Since it was freezing outside, I was really glad I got to be inside with the cats, rather than outside with the dogs (I don't care that they had a heated tent, there was still snow on the ground!). We adopted out 2 of the 14 cats we brought along...not enough, but at least a couple have new homes. Mostly, people wanted to look at the cats (or open the cages and pet them without really asking to see if it was OK)...and then tell us about the 4 or 5 they already had at home. Or to complain that the $95 adoption fee was too much (yeah, but it includes the spay/neuter costs, all the shots, and microchipping...you know how much that would cost at your regular vet's??).
I got to do a "home check," where I actually drove out to this family's house to fill out a checklist and see if they'd be good parents. They had already pretty much passed, in the store, by filling out the 2-page application and having their vet talk to us as a reference. Plus their 2 kids were over the moon about this cat and really good with interacting with it.
Still, I had to drive out with them just to check and make sure, you know, they weren't running some kind of secret cat-testing facility or feeding small animals to coyotes or anything. We got there, and 1 of their 2 dogs had broken off her run and was dancing in the middle of the road. The mother was HORRIFIED. "Really, we don't ever let them off their runs when they're outside, I don't know how this happened, we take care of our pets..."
They got the cat.
And since this is in keeping with today's blog topic, and I wanted to post this when Marianne shared it back in October, here's a great (and true!) read for you:
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.... for now.
Have a great Sunday!