Thank you all for your comments regarding my recent post Shackin' Up. It sounds like I've been doing it right - "case-by-case basis". I can't imagine turning down anyone because they are living together and not married. Certainly more questions need to be asked.
I arrived late last night from Southern California after visiting my daughter and her husband. The rescue line was busy and adoptions seemed to be plentiful while I was away. (Thank you Susan, for holding down the fort for me!) Besides shopping and eating Mexican food, I really wanted to visit my cat-rescue-mother-ship The National Cat Protection Society. I guess this was the place where it all started.
My first passion was bottlefeeding kittens. I remember "NatCat" calling me and asking me to take on 6 two day old bottlefeeders. When they told me not to be surprised if I couldn't save the litter, I was shocked. ME? Not saving the whole litter??? I was so naive and I was a lot younger then. I suppose it was that naivety that kept me from never giving up and never losing a kitten. Twenty years later - those words still surprise me: "I never lost a kitten." I can't say that today.
I used to think that the shelter where I volunteered and fostered was really militant and lacking in social skills. I still think so. They were hesitant but nice when I went in and the place was (as usual) spotless. I saw an adorable 10 year old hairless calico named "Gizmo":
They told me that adoptions have picked up and that they've had FOUR adoptions this month already. "FOUR???" Maybe if they didn't treat every visitor like a criminal, they'd adopt more.
The week before I left, I visited another local shelter and it was the same thing: Low adoptions and grumpy volunteers and employees. I think some people forget that this is NOT an animal business but a PEOPLE business. I deal with people far more than I deal with the cats.
Smile, dammit! :)
Maybe I'm being too harsh. Maybe I'm envious because they have a shelter. (*wince*) What am I thinking?