Better get your coffee and settle in, this is a long one.
So yesterday my morning started out very ordinary. I woke up, rushed to the door to let three anxious Shih Tzu out to do their morning duty, or not (some just like to save it for the rug) then I went inside, gave Bailley her SAMe, made coffee and settled in for my morning blog post, email check and catch up on Face Book. Upon opening my Face Book there was a photo of a cat that needed a home. It was at a local no kill shelter. This cat looked a lot like our Bubba we used to have.
He was a bob tail. We have two cats currently and we have been tossing around having one spot for another cat. There are three vials of flea control in each pack you buy so we can have three cats (my reasoning). So I inquired about this cat. I even went as far to fill out an application on their website. I am not even kidding you when I say I felt like I was applying for a job. They wanted all the sorted details of my life. A list of every pet I have ever owned and how they came to leave my care. WHAT???? Every pet I have ever owned?
I started thinking about it and realized I must be Dr Death. It seems, I have owned around 20 cats in my life, none of which made it out alive. All were very well cared for but fate has not been so kind to our cat population. We live on an acre and have over the years offered a home to many abandoned and orphaned cats. I think our numbers got up to six a few years ago when we suddenly noticed they were disappearing one at a time. We finally came to the conclusion something was taking them. We never found a single hair from any of them. The one cat that remained slept on the roof at night. Bunny was our lone survivor.
So about two and a half years ago, two little kittens needed a home and we took them in. Charlie and Lucy, we named them. They lived on the porch for the first six months of their lives. We let them in and out until they started breaking through the screen at night to get out. So we started leaving them out. Every night at dusk, they climb on the roof. About four months ago Lucy disappeared. We looked every where. It breaks our heart.
So after that long explanation, back to the story of the day. The animal shelter asked for references as well as my vet information on the application. Do you know they actually called my references and my vet? I only listed I owned one cat on the application because I really did not want to get into my animal history. My mother in law was one of the references and she said they interviewed her like I was adopting a child. They wanted to know if I was a nice person who loved animals. My mother in law was so afraid of saying the wrong thing, she said “Oh yes, she’s a very nice person and loves animals. She’s a dog breeder” WHAT? Only my mother in law. LOL Now Im thinking this shelter will never let me have a cat. They are probably thinking she is the cause of all of the homeless dogs that end up in their shelter. They called my vet and of coarse got a glowing review. But I did not have a cat named Lucy on my file. They called my friend as a reference and my friend said they questioned her like the key witness in a murder investigation! On top of all of this they want $100.00 to adopt a cat. Our county animal shelter only wants $10.00 and they have a big sign that says, Buy one get one free!!! I know sounds a bit harsh but there are tons of unwanted cats, you can go to the grocery store and people have boxes full of kittens giving them away. That’s how I have ended up with so many cats over the years. Isn’t a home like mine better than being euthanized?
SO the shelter emailed me to tell me the cat I wanted was adopted over the weekend but they had tons of lovely kittens or cats that needed homes. They proceed to say that if I would like to move forward with my “application” I would have to supply them with my correct phone number, guess my haste to fill out this five page application caused me to swap a couple numbers. In addition to a phone number they would need complete medical records for the cat I mention in the application “Lucy” WHAT?
Our cats are cared for very well. We spay and neuter all of them, we get vaccines at a local shot clinic held nearby. We make sure they have nice cat chow to eat and fresh clean water all the time. They are loved and petted. They are groomed by the dogs on a regular basis, and they can hunt until their hearts content. The lizard carnage on our drive on any given day is very similar to (forgive me) Normandy on D-day. I am hesitant to mention we do have an overpopulation of squirrels and the cats do help control that. Well, squirrels are like little salt and pepper shakers full of fleas.
Wrapping this all up, I do not think I will be “moving forward” with my application and I am glad I gave the wrong number. I realize this might sound a bit harsh to some people but I have bought expensive, big, pedigree dogs with less of an interview and application process that this shelter does for a homeless cat. I feel like I am living in the twilight zone.
In between all this going on I did manage the three hour process of bathing a show dog and making dehydrated sweet potato and chicken treats for the dogs.