PLEASE tell me that before they decided on this Craigslist wackiness, they made plans to take care of the cats for the next 15 or 20 YEARS? Or I'm'a have to come up there and break some heads....
It is crazy! They have tried for 4 weeks to get shelters to "donate" cats that we could have an adoption event in the lobby, but they are understandably concerned that we wouldn't be taking care of the cats. Today they asked for my cat, but I said no... I ride the bus, I am not leaving her there and I can barely get her to sit in my lap. Also, she meows a lot, hates other cats, and there is a live rock band on stage, which I think would terrify her.
The props person doesn't want to do it, but the director and artistic director are insistent to the point where she can either quit or get the cats. I'm pretty sure that she is hoping that someone from the theatre donates a cat so she doesn't have to go the Craiglist route. I wrote a really long email against it-- I have a feeling I might end up with 2 more cats, though...
Remember the 1988 election "commercials" that SNL did, with Bush and Dukakis? "Bush: He's Taller."
Well, Obama is HUGE. He *has* to win.
Also, he looks literally half McCain's age.
Also, I worked on The Diary of Anne Frank, and the young man playing Peter brought his own cat. And it was still sort of a disaster (she just walked off atge one night not to be found for several hours.)
Sophia, I think it would well be within reason to contact anyone they contact with a DON'T FUCKING DO IT. Or hell, post something to Craigslist against their postings. And if you can't do it anonymously, get someone unrelated to the theater (here) to do so. It's the height of irresponsibility.
When I was in undergraduate school, we did a production of Oliver! that not only included Bill Syke's dog, but we had to put rats on the poorhouse set and make real porrige for the kids.
We got white lab rats from the science department and dyed them brown with hair dye. the we had to make little rat sweaters on them and then tether them in place with heavy black thread leashes. The we cleaned up the rat poop and put them back in their cages.
the kids, of course were scared of them. the also, didn't want to eat thier porrige until I started putting m&m's in them.
good times.
RATS???
I was in a show where a dog was walked across the stage ON A LEASH. And he was the director's dog, and very well socialized, and small, and they STILL lost him into the orchestra pit once.
And my students think I make stories like that up, quester.
Joining sarameg's "good grief".
Same director insisted on two wolfhounds and a hawk in the first scene of King Lear.
