Tales of the cat sanctuary
Jan. 7th, 2007 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordDon't get your mind blown, kids, but this is officially two posts in one day! Whoa man!
Actually I just met someone that made a big impression on me, and thought I'd advertise a bit.
You see, since I rarely have someplace to go on my (almost) daily trips, I usually stroll down to the cat sanctuary, though I haven't been there in a while now since the shifts are full and everything is running smoothly, but I still like to catch up with the newest adoptees.
So anyway, today when I arrived, no one on shift at the time, there was this little guy sitting by the window. There's a basket by the best window, and it's usually occupied by the bossiest of the cats living there, so I was surprised when I saw a black-and-white kitten. He seemed excited to see me, and when I walked up to him he immediately started tartin' up, you know, like kittens do; Flopping on the back, streeeetching, paws in the air, wavin' around like he just don't care (sorry, that was the Backstreet Boys).
So when I put my hand on the glass, bam! he struck his head against the window, trying to get to that sweet, sweet headcuddle. He kept doing this, so I started playing with him with my mitten instead, lest I should give him a cracked skull.
He was so sweet and affectionate that I kept talking and playing with him, though I started to lose sensation in my legs in the cold. It was just heartbreaking to leave him.
If he isn't adopted by the end of next week, I don't know what people are looking for in cats. And I've had some discussions about this, like with another adorable guy, Fenris. He had just been weened and was the craziest kitten you ever saw - he had recently found the joys of Jumpin On Stuff, and his biggest goal was to leap from the countertop to the table. He tried all day, until finally, he landed on the table (which was covered with paper and bills and books), slid gracefully clean across it, and landed in secretary Wenche's lap (along with all the said paper, bills and books). He was just so great that when I discovered he had fall asleep in my bag, I most of all wanted to gingerly get the bag, run to my cell, and cuddle and play with him till his head was spinning. And then get him back, of course. Anyway, a bit later that day somebody phoned and asked if we had any kittens up for adoption, and of course Fenris was discussed. It ended with the caller saying no, and do you know why?
He wanted something younger. If he wanted something younger than Fenris, he'd either have to buy a cat mother along with the kitten, or a fetus!
People are just idiots.
Maybe someday I'll show you a picture of Fenris, I have it on my mobile, but I don't have the technology. Why yes, I am in the stone age.
And when will people get that we are volunteers? Geez, all the time I've had to explain, no, this isn't a job as such, we don't get paid, sadly we have to make money in other ways. I mean, if they paid me money for this, you couldn't have pryed my fingers from the door of the sanctuary.
Actually I just met someone that made a big impression on me, and thought I'd advertise a bit.
You see, since I rarely have someplace to go on my (almost) daily trips, I usually stroll down to the cat sanctuary, though I haven't been there in a while now since the shifts are full and everything is running smoothly, but I still like to catch up with the newest adoptees.
So anyway, today when I arrived, no one on shift at the time, there was this little guy sitting by the window. There's a basket by the best window, and it's usually occupied by the bossiest of the cats living there, so I was surprised when I saw a black-and-white kitten. He seemed excited to see me, and when I walked up to him he immediately started tartin' up, you know, like kittens do; Flopping on the back, streeeetching, paws in the air, wavin' around like he just don't care (sorry, that was the Backstreet Boys).
So when I put my hand on the glass, bam! he struck his head against the window, trying to get to that sweet, sweet headcuddle. He kept doing this, so I started playing with him with my mitten instead, lest I should give him a cracked skull.
He was so sweet and affectionate that I kept talking and playing with him, though I started to lose sensation in my legs in the cold. It was just heartbreaking to leave him.
If he isn't adopted by the end of next week, I don't know what people are looking for in cats. And I've had some discussions about this, like with another adorable guy, Fenris. He had just been weened and was the craziest kitten you ever saw - he had recently found the joys of Jumpin On Stuff, and his biggest goal was to leap from the countertop to the table. He tried all day, until finally, he landed on the table (which was covered with paper and bills and books), slid gracefully clean across it, and landed in secretary Wenche's lap (along with all the said paper, bills and books). He was just so great that when I discovered he had fall asleep in my bag, I most of all wanted to gingerly get the bag, run to my cell, and cuddle and play with him till his head was spinning. And then get him back, of course. Anyway, a bit later that day somebody phoned and asked if we had any kittens up for adoption, and of course Fenris was discussed. It ended with the caller saying no, and do you know why?
He wanted something younger. If he wanted something younger than Fenris, he'd either have to buy a cat mother along with the kitten, or a fetus!
People are just idiots.
Maybe someday I'll show you a picture of Fenris, I have it on my mobile, but I don't have the technology. Why yes, I am in the stone age.
And when will people get that we are volunteers? Geez, all the time I've had to explain, no, this isn't a job as such, we don't get paid, sadly we have to make money in other ways. I mean, if they paid me money for this, you couldn't have pryed my fingers from the door of the sanctuary.
Tildeeeee!
Date: 2007-01-11 01:35 pm (UTC)Now I'm two metres over you, sitting in my bed doing nothing, absolutely nothing, except googling you, and reading about your surrealistic, weird english world here on the world wide web. Cool. I'm really impressed, I've always known you were good at writing, but wow. You sound like you're one of those cool people you know... the smart people. Hihi.
(sorry about my english, folks, i'm a stupid norwegian)
Oh well. It's time for dinner. I guess I'll see you and tell you how crazy you are. Haddee!
Marie