If the weather hadn't been so beautiful today, I'd say this was a "disappointing day". But somehow with Spring-like sunshine and warmth, I must've been feeling far too optimistic for my own good.
I had cleared my calendar for the day to engage in an important meeting for our rescue. Unfortunately, I was the only party that remembered the meeting, so was stood up. The other party gets paid to do what he does, so I was pretty upset and disappointed at this level of rudeness. Besides - HE called the meeting. UGH.
I've never made it a secret that I'm not a fan of taking in owner/surrender cats. But when a call came in this morning from a caregiver of a senior lady with 3 cats, I decided to really listen to what was going on. Apparently, the senior had fallen several times. There was a Mom cat and two 7 month old kittens - none are fixed, of course:
Me: Are they friendly?
Her: Of course! They're wonderful lap cats!
Me: Terrific! We do have some available foster space for friendly cats!
Her: Oh good! Can you come today?
Me: My calendar is free today. By the way, what do the cats look like?
Her: Why they're purebred Himalayans!
Me: Wow! (thinking to myself: "The rescue jackpot!") Himalayans?? They're tan and brown? (trying to keep it simple.)
Her: YES! They're called "Chocolate Point!"
Me: (Insert silent "whoo hoo" here)
I immediately called our vet to schedule 3 spay appointments and started dialing foster parents to arrange for their arrival. Yes, I'm a planner - and need to have a plan for cats before rescuing them.
I arrived promptly to the apartment. She opened the door and I didn't see 3 Himalayan cats, but saw 3 short-haired Tortoiseshell cats scatter under the sofa hissing and growling.
Me: Um....those kitties aren't Himalayan. They're called Tortoiseshell.
Her: Oh no....they're definitely Himalayan. The vet told me that they're purebred Himalayan. (She points) There's the Dad of the 7 month old kittens.
Me: He's a short haired orange cat. Not a Himalayan.
Her: I had him neutered.
I would've been happy to take the cats from her. She needed the rescue's help - there was no doubt about that. But I couldn't touch the darn things. They were under the couch growling, hissing.
Me: They aren't very friendly.
Her: Sure they are. Maybe they don't like your perfume.
I feel like beating my head against the wall when I deal with stuff like this. But it's part of dealing with the public. I don't think people realize how much of my job is dealing with the public.
Just had a call from Petsmart. Looks like we've cleared the adoption centre again and by tomorrow at 1:30 all the cats will have been adopted - again!!
This day is looking up! :)