When I read the article, I was disappointed that the local newspaper out there once again gave a lukewarm representation of what really happens in that shelter. When is The Spectator going to grow some
I guess if I wanted something different to happen, I should've gotten my butt out to the shelter with a sign. Because while these people were marching and being hassled by SPCA employees, I was probably reading a book by the fire.
I'm still moving forward with my own rescue. I'm halfway done filling out the forms to become a registered charity. I feel it's the most responsible thing to do first. Many starter rescues don't do this first - they do it as an afterthought, and this rescue will really need donations fairly quickly when we're fully up and running. Hopefully, this will confirm the legitimacy of what I'm trying to accomplish by being registered as a charity.
In the meantime, I've been fiddling with a website which has me frustrated and swearing. Even the "Anybody can build a website" stuff has me pulling my hair and pushing the delete button more often than not. Every morning I wake up and try to do SOMETHING with it, but I'm finding that it's more than I want to do, and it might be time to ask for help. I should probably just hand the job over to somebody who wants to do it and move on to doing something more productive that I actually KNOW how to do!
I'm meeting a lovely sounding mother/daughter team at the shelter tomorrow. They want to rescue a calico. They already have 3 rescued calicos at home - one is 19 years old. They sound so nice and - who knows, they could end up being my first foster family some day...or have a spare million dollars to donate, right? :)
I'll wrap up this blog post with a moment of cuteness from two of my own cats "Thomas" and "Willy". Thomas used to walk around each day to each cat in the house and dip his head with hopes that SOMEBODY would lick the top of his head. Thomas has finally found his head-licking buddy in Willy. Every day, I find them spooning on my bed and the top of Thomas' head is always wet. They both have "drunk eyes" and look completely sated.