Last night, my favourite little foster boy "Fillmore" was adopted:
I just had a very interesting phone call as I am typing this blog post. A woman contacted me about a kitten that she had found in her live trap (for raccoons). She said that she had called Animal Services to pick up the little guy (not knowing that this was a high kill shelter). When the Animal Services Officer arrived, she opened the trap and let the kitten out! As the kitten ran away, the officer said, "We'll just kill it in 3 days, he'll have a better chance out here than in the shelter."
What a terribly sad, sad statement. Since when does a kitten have a "better chance" outside, with raccoons, cars and disease than in a shelter? Something is VERY VERY wrong here that a shelter can't be a safe haven for animals in need. It's incredibly sad that this Animal Services Officer felt that being hit by a car, or eaten alive by a wild animal is a BETTER choice than being at the shelter.
...and what happens when this kitten becomes sexually mature?
Anyway. She's going to try to trap the kitten again and call me.
So with this sad story, comes a story of hope when a staff member at this "high kill shelter" took home a kitten that was brought into the shelter with burned feet and singed fur. She nursed the poor baby back to health and contacted us to help the kitten along the rest of the way:
It's too early to feel so burned out with kitten season. I'm really fighting it.