Another box of kittens.
I am not here to moan but I’d like to tell you what happens when you dump kittens with us.
If we have a nursing mama, we will try to put them with her. If not, we hand raise. Survival rates are poor. Behaviour problems almost certainly crop up. They can be dealt with but these kittens are never quite right.
That is just the tip of the problem. We are, barring Ollie, women with children of our own. Time is short. So Ollie does the hand raising. She gets tired and cranky. We all get tired and cranky. I worry about how to get enough publicity and attention so we can raise awareness and convert that into new homes. Amy worries about money and paperwork. And logistics and money. Erika worries about everything and finds problems that we overlooked. Bel, the only professional, suggests mass PTS or releasing. Which starts another round of anxiety.
Now our cats. Those in our care, who have done nothing wrong in this. They face being released. Near our houses, or the shop. They may have to fend for themselves, sleep in the rain and go hungry if they can’t find our food bowls. The ones that remain face overcrowding and subsequently, increased stress levels and illness. Our vet bills go up at this point and our workload triples.
PLEASE please PLEASE think about what you do. Those kittens dumped today should be with their MAMA. If you had brought them after Raya, when they were weaned, it would have more than halved the burden. If you could have contributed even RM50, it would’ve helped. If you had had the decency to come in and explain that you have no choice, no money and no one to turn to, it would have helped.
Days like this, I want to lock the shutters and end Pet Epicure.
