The flood gates of hell have opened and landed on my desk this morning. Normally, I don't do a blog post at 3 pm, but I'm so tired and frustrated that blogging seems to be the best way to release some of my angst before David comes home from work. :)
By now, you have to know how much I hate to give fuel to the protesters, but I received word that a city employee who works AT THE SHELTER, took home a Siamese kitten, and left the black sibling alone in the cage to die tomorrow:
My heart goes out to this black kitten. He's alone in the cage as I type this and waiting to die tomorrow morning. I hope this employee enjoys her one "pretty" kitten.
We have a "return" on a cat that was adopted back in April. Apparently, the kitten scratched her 3 year old. "Gee...a kitten who scratches a toddler. I'll be darned." Believe me, I try really hard to salvage returns. I'm usually pretty good at it. But there's no sense in trying to salvage an adoption when the adopter refers to the cat as "the animal". She's obviously divorced herself from the cat. The sooner we get him back, the better. We just need to figure out WHERE to put him. Our rescue is just so full right now. He's an adorable orange and white guy - 7 months old.
Soooooo...it's 3:30 now and I haven't left my desk since 7:30 this morning. Even PAID employees get a lunch hour, right? It's time to use the washroom, kiss my own cats, and try to reclaim a more positive spin on the day.
Thanks for listening....