The heartbreak of what I do is telling people no. No, I can’t take 8 cats because the woman is being evicted TOMORROW and she was to distraught to figure out what to do with her cats! No, I can’t take the seven cats who have been dumped up on Whisky Butte Road. I wish I could but the resources are not there, the space is not available and I feel like I am letting the cats down- the people be hanged. They can survive the evictions and the upheavels but the cats are another story.
Who waits for 24 hours before an eviction before figuring out what to do with seven cats they “adore?”
I do have a bottle baby here, she is quite sickly and there will be no photo of her as my camera has suffered a mishap it can’t recover from.
There are possible homes fo Sahara, Fawn, Rayne, and India- but won’t know until the people fill out the necessary paperwork.
And still the phone rings and people plead for me to take their cat(s) and my answer is gentle and heartfelt- but I simply can’t. No room, no pawket money- no resources available at this time-
Your time and space is needed for the desperate, life or death, abused and sick kitties
Back when I was working with my first feral colony somehow word of my work got to one lady who called me on a Sunday afternoon. She was moving that day and needed someone to take her cat. When I told her I had a closed colony and could not take in outsiders she started playing the guilt trip on me.
I would be responsible for leaving her cat to die. She would have to just leave her cat outside and it was my fault.
I really felt sorry for that cat but there was nothing I could do for someone who failed to plan ahead. We have several shelters in the area that could have taken her cat. She could have advertised, etc. Sorry, it isn’t my fault.
And it isn’t your either, Maryanne. You do the best you can. Someone else has to step up at some point