No wonder she took it so calmly!
Some of the rescue places want to do home visits. Does that seem a little bit like overkill to anyone else?
You're in a college town, right? I suspect rescue places in those areas are even more likely to do home visits, just to make sure that your "3BR w/scrtch pst" is not actually a dorm room.
They called my landlord to make sure that pets were allowed when I got my dog.
Growing up on a farm, we got used to cats (and occasionally kittens) just showing up and becoming part of the barn cat family. Once a cute siamese kitten showed up at the farm - other siamese kittens showed up at neighboring farms the same day.
Our siamese grew up into a beautiful, healthy cat. I don't know about the other kittens, though.
Distillery leak turns Polish lake into vodka:
A LAKE has been transformed from freshwater to 30 per cent vodka after a leak from a nearby distillery.
Farmers and workers from Wielkopolska. in in Poland rushed to fill their boots with the brew - three times the strength of wine. A 71-year-old woman, who lives near Lake Bracholinskie, said: "If God doesn't help, everyone will be a drunkard with only a hole where the lake was."
A friend of mine -- Mitch Wagner, who may be remembered from Table Talk -- got blackballed from cat adoption agencies in San Francisco because he answered truthfully that he'd
consider
declawing. Not only did they refuse to give him a kitten, they called other shelters to warn them against him. I expect less Left-Coastish shelters may have a more forgiving policy.
Still, there are enough crazy cat ladies/animal hoarders/ shady animal research suppliers out there that I don't blame shelters for putting in some elementary spot-checking.
I got my cat from the pound, because my friend who worked at the ASPCA told me to -- I actually saved his life, as opposed to getting a cat from a no-kill shelter or rescue organization. Needless to say, they didn't ask much.
This IS the pound!!!!
I am hoping when I actually get there, they won't ask much. Of course, I am also afraid I will see my kitty, if he hasn't already been euthanised, so I am reluctant to go. The only way I can deal is if I sort of don't think about it much, otherwise I get very weepy.
A friend of mine -- Mitch Wagner, who may be remembered from Table Talk -- got blackballed from cat adoption agencies in San Francisco because he answered truthfully that he'd consider declawing. Not only did they refuse to give him a kitten, they called other shelters to warn them against him. I expect less Left-Coastish shelters may have a more forgiving policy.
We were barred from adopting a cat from the Durham (NC) Animal Shelter because we mentioned that we already had an indoor/outdoor kitty. I spoke with the general manager, who kept saying, "It's just a different paradigm." Their refusal to allow us to adopt the kitty was cc'ed to the Orange County Animal Shelter, too, presumably to keep us from adopting a cat in Chapel Hill, too.
I should point out that at the time, neither shelter was a no-kill shelter (and I don't know if this is still the case), and the cat we were interested in was at the end of its allotted time. In other words, we were forbidden to adopt a cat because they considered our environment to have a higher risk of sudden death than one afforded to an indoor kitty, but they were going to destroy the cat in another week's time.
Just writing about that brings back a lot of anger. I still hate those dipshits.
I think that Sophia should get a bunny instead.
That's terrible, Corwood.