This must've been the most quiet Monday in history. I woke up expecting the usual deluge of adoption calls, spay/neuter appointment requests, etc. But there was only one call. It was a complaint.
I always try to return complaint calls as quickly as I return the adoption calls. It isn't easy. People forget that I'm unpaid and am often returning calls at 9 am with my first cup of coffee in my robe. If I could guess, I'd say 99% of the rescue's few complaint calls are over post-adoption diarrhea.
God, I'm sick of hearing about diarrhea. Cats get diarrhea. We get diarrhea. I don't know why - food? stress? parasites? Regardless, it makes adopters go crazy. The problem is, a cat could have ZERO tummy problems before adoption, but I have no clue what they're feeding the cat once they leave our care. They might have gotten into the garbage, or failed to kitten-proof the house. Cats can be like raccoons and they'll eat stuff they shouldn't.
This morning, a woman had adopted two kittens from us. Apparently, they were "shitting all over the house". (Her words - NOT mine!) The visual of "shitting all over the house" was alarming, so I called immediately only to find that she wants us to pay a $500.00+ vet bill for....D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A. No, I'm not paying $500.00 for kittens with the squirts. Take care of your own cats.
It has suddenly occurred to me that I haven't posted since last week Wednesday and I'm talking about poop. But I *do* have some really terrific news:
Clinton, the "too affectionate" cat that we rescued last week was adopted today!!!! A lovely lady read about his ridiculous abandonment and gave him an A+++ home. How's THAT for a fast adoption!?