How does nobody know who these cats are!!?
Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 12:30 pm
ARGHHHH. Forgive me for ranting here, but if I did this on FB I think it would tick some people off.
One of the longtime volunteers at the shelter where my husband works died quite suddenly at home on Thursday. She was a very vibrant and active old lady, so it took everyone who knew her by complete surprise. I might have met her in passing but I did not know her.
You would think that volunteering at an animal shelter her pets would be taken care of but noooooo. My husband had to bring them home because the cats were strung out and no one else would help. Mind that we already have 27 of our own, so more cats that need special accomodation is not the best of things to happen right now. (I'm also still mourning the loss of our Hanners to FIP two weeks ago, and Skitter before that to Kidney cancer. We also have four others with unspecific symptoms that may be cancer and all we can do is wait and see how bloodwork changes over time so that alone has me on edge.) And yes, the people around him who have like two cats know very well that we are overloaded with felines and still would not lift a finger. Small blessings we are still working on his mom's house since she passed away in the spring, so these new cats can calm down in a cat free environment. I think they would have imploded had we had to bring them to our home.
She had a dog, but it is a pretty dog so of course everyone is falling all over themselves to take it. It will be just fine. But who gives a hoot about cats, amiright?
Here is the worst part - no one knows a thing about these cats. We do not even know their names. She has a sister and a longterm boyfriend and no one knows ANYTHING. They wanted the animals out of the house so a few hours after she was found, and the police and paramedics and firefighters had left, they asked strangers to come in, chase the cats down, throw them into a noisy shelter in separate cages overnight and poke and prod them for entrance to the foster program.
I can only imagine how she would have felt seeing her cats treated like that.
No one even stopped to look to see what they were eating. After four days we got two to at least take a few bites because we don't know what they were used to getting. The third is not eating, we are taking him to our own vet for an Urgent Care visit tonight to try and save him. Not sure what will happen with him long term as he is an utter high strung mess at the moment, but we are going to do what we can. Right now they are piled together in a closet they broke into, with a Feliway diffuser over top of them to see if it makes a difference. They have five brands of dry food and three kinds of canned to choose from.
I spent all morning calling every vet in the area to see if I could find out anything. I got a name for the high strung one, and quite frankly that seems like a giant victory. Through records at the shelter we think we have a name for another. The third does not seem old enough to match records on file, but thankfully she has come around the most so I don't think it really matters if she is that same cat or not. I just wish I knew what she was calling them. With cats, being able to call them by name, nickname, or whatever special phrases they have learned calms them down. Mine all have a bunch of names, phrases and songs that are unique for them and they immediately react to them. These three are like strangers in a foreign land where no one knows how to communicate with them.
So yeah, we have three stressed out cats who have been through heck this weekend, saw their entire lives upended, who will never get to eat their favorite foods or be called by their special names or ever see their person again. Needless to say I have been crying a lot.
It also got me thinking about mine and this week I am working on creating a USB with all the needed info on our pets so whoever ends up helping in case of an accident won't be left in the dark. I had never really thought about having to do something in detail but it became obvious this week that maybe close family can't be relied upon to remember everything. It isn't their pets after all.
And I also told my husband that we are now at 30 cats. (Again.) If the three of them do okay they can just stay here. They are probably all older and I cannot see putting them through this all over again. So long as they are comfortable with our menagerie they have a home with us. We will be taking it slow!
One of the longtime volunteers at the shelter where my husband works died quite suddenly at home on Thursday. She was a very vibrant and active old lady, so it took everyone who knew her by complete surprise. I might have met her in passing but I did not know her.
You would think that volunteering at an animal shelter her pets would be taken care of but noooooo. My husband had to bring them home because the cats were strung out and no one else would help. Mind that we already have 27 of our own, so more cats that need special accomodation is not the best of things to happen right now. (I'm also still mourning the loss of our Hanners to FIP two weeks ago, and Skitter before that to Kidney cancer. We also have four others with unspecific symptoms that may be cancer and all we can do is wait and see how bloodwork changes over time so that alone has me on edge.) And yes, the people around him who have like two cats know very well that we are overloaded with felines and still would not lift a finger. Small blessings we are still working on his mom's house since she passed away in the spring, so these new cats can calm down in a cat free environment. I think they would have imploded had we had to bring them to our home.
She had a dog, but it is a pretty dog so of course everyone is falling all over themselves to take it. It will be just fine. But who gives a hoot about cats, amiright?
Here is the worst part - no one knows a thing about these cats. We do not even know their names. She has a sister and a longterm boyfriend and no one knows ANYTHING. They wanted the animals out of the house so a few hours after she was found, and the police and paramedics and firefighters had left, they asked strangers to come in, chase the cats down, throw them into a noisy shelter in separate cages overnight and poke and prod them for entrance to the foster program.
I can only imagine how she would have felt seeing her cats treated like that.
No one even stopped to look to see what they were eating. After four days we got two to at least take a few bites because we don't know what they were used to getting. The third is not eating, we are taking him to our own vet for an Urgent Care visit tonight to try and save him. Not sure what will happen with him long term as he is an utter high strung mess at the moment, but we are going to do what we can. Right now they are piled together in a closet they broke into, with a Feliway diffuser over top of them to see if it makes a difference. They have five brands of dry food and three kinds of canned to choose from.
I spent all morning calling every vet in the area to see if I could find out anything. I got a name for the high strung one, and quite frankly that seems like a giant victory. Through records at the shelter we think we have a name for another. The third does not seem old enough to match records on file, but thankfully she has come around the most so I don't think it really matters if she is that same cat or not. I just wish I knew what she was calling them. With cats, being able to call them by name, nickname, or whatever special phrases they have learned calms them down. Mine all have a bunch of names, phrases and songs that are unique for them and they immediately react to them. These three are like strangers in a foreign land where no one knows how to communicate with them.
So yeah, we have three stressed out cats who have been through heck this weekend, saw their entire lives upended, who will never get to eat their favorite foods or be called by their special names or ever see their person again. Needless to say I have been crying a lot.
It also got me thinking about mine and this week I am working on creating a USB with all the needed info on our pets so whoever ends up helping in case of an accident won't be left in the dark. I had never really thought about having to do something in detail but it became obvious this week that maybe close family can't be relied upon to remember everything. It isn't their pets after all.
And I also told my husband that we are now at 30 cats. (Again.) If the three of them do okay they can just stay here. They are probably all older and I cannot see putting them through this all over again. So long as they are comfortable with our menagerie they have a home with us. We will be taking it slow!