Yeah yeah yeah. I know. I suck. If someone could create another eight hours in a day for me or better yet, a pill that enabled me to only need one hour's sleep a night, I'd get a lot more done.
Work has been rough lately. Really rough. It is not uncommon to walk around a corner to see another employee in tears or to hear two employees who are really good friends, exchanging angry words. Fuses are short and emotions are running high. We are all there because of our love for animals and we are in the heat of kitten season and it sucks.
Kitten season means that cats are out there producing at alarming rates because people are irresponsible and don't have their cats spayed or neutered and then they let them outside. Those with male cats probably figure that their tomcat is not going to bring home any kittens and that would be correct but someone is finding them and bringing them to our door. Little balls of sweet fluff who are unwanted in the world and who were brought into the world due to human irresponsibility. It sickens me.
The shelter is completely FULL right now which essentially means that anything that comes in right now is given a death sentence. 71 animals were put down in one day this week, simply because we are out of room and I would bet that the majority of that number were feline. Each afternoon on break, I go back to the feline holding room, find a little kitten that fits in the palm of my hand and take it back to my desk to love on for 15 minutes and when I take it back to the cage I have no idea if I will see it tomorrow. This is the reality of shelters during kitten season.
Is this post doom and gloom? Yeah, probably, but it is a hard time for us right now.
Yet there are happy moments too. Yesterday, The Genius was out walking the dog before I left for work and he called me from his cell phone, announcing he had found a "puppy" and no one was around. I drove a few blocks over to meet him and the "puppy" was actually an elderly chihuahua. I put the little girl in the back of my car where she sat politely for the ride into work. Checking her out once we arrived, we found her nails had been recently trimmed and she smelled as if she had been recently bathed, but she was off the streets and not in any danger of being hit by a car or worse.
By that afternoon a crying elderly lady was at the shelter, so grateful that her beloved companion had been found and rescued. The dog, who was actually 16 years old with a heart condition, had apparently slipped out when her husband had left for work, but now she was back safe and sound with her human mama.
These are the good stories and the reason I love my job. I know we are working for the greater good, but at times it is so painful. We see the stupidity of people firsthand; their lack of caring and their inability to comprehend that their decisions dictate a horrible fate to a lesser but in my opinion, far more superior species.
We do the best we can. If only the general public would strive to do better then maybe one day kitten season could cease to exist.
Oh and Strat, I dunno. I have thought about writing THAT book before but am afraid they will find out and sue me for some reason...or stone me.