I was listening to a radio programme the other day where the discussion involved volunteering. The lead person indicated that it's imperative that If you volunteer, you get something in return out of it.
I thought about that for a while and wondered what MY "return" was. I work 40+ hours per week for free, for animals that rip my furniture, snag my clothes and barf on my carpets. I've had adopters swear at me, and one (former) foster parent steal adoption money from the rescue. I've had kittens die in my hands and loving volunteers cry on my shoulder. What the hell is MY "return"?
My personal rescue motto is: "Have fun. Rescue some cats".
If I'm not having fun in some way, I wouldn't do this. Anybody who reads this blog knows that there are MANY MANY dark days and "fun" seems very distant. Some days I get hurt so badly I feel like throwing in the towel. I still don't know what keeps me going during those darker days. We have one wonderful foster Mom that has been fostering with me for years who ended up with her last 4 foster cats getting VERY sick...now she's got Ringworm in her house. Where's the fun for her? Argh.
"Have Fun. Rescue some cats" seems almost too simplistic of a mantra. But I repeat it often and strange as it sounds, it seems to help keep me centered when I'm discouraged or sad. Maybe because it brings me back to basics. "Having Fun and Rescuing Some Cats" was the reason I started this rescue. I wanted to bring nice, loving people together with cats who need homes. Very few things make me happier than watching a wonderful, loving person adopt a once discarded, abandoned cat who otherwise had no hope.
I've noticed that my blog posts this week have been void of any real drama. But I never know what the next week has in store for me. But for now....I'm going to "Have fun and Rescue Some Cats."
Yeah. That's right. :)