Actually went, for the first time ever, the other day. A friend is pondering adopting a cat or kitten and I and my partner went along for the ride.
Small and crammed with animals, toys, cages, food bowls, climbing gyms, radios, towels, kitten beds, rags and chewy bones, the shelter is a very welcoming place. The lady at the front was very friendly and cheerful, and went out of her way to show us the cats that were available for adoption, spending a lot of time with one she felt was very special, 'Lemon' who was a tortoisehell cute fat cat. Lemon is pictured here.
She then took us to the main cat room where other cats were waiting for adoption. One cat, a rather sad looking and sour orange tabby, sat in a high-up cage looking down at us. Rusty had been abused by a former foster home, our guide told us.
Another cat named 'Leo' batted at my head from his cage to get my attention. He got it all right!
A small grey cat in a bottom cage had just been returned, as she was demonstrating stress behaviour and peed on her new owners bed on occasion. The owners, showing their rather callous nature, returned their new family member after 2 weeks looking for a 'replacement'. Sorry, the shelter doesn't do replacements. After all, if your child turned out to be a bed-wetting fire-starting psychopath, do you think you could turn it in for a better version?
Little grey was not happy. Hissing and cranky. Who could blame her? It's like being at an orphanage, the joy of being adopted by a loving family, and then getting returned back to the orphanage unceremoniously.
Oh, went back today and played with the kittens--they were licking my feet! Hahah. I think the one little fluffy grey and white kitten had a foot fetish.
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