New Jorb
Well, I'm officially 29 as of last Thursday.
My sweetie-love took me out to eat and bought me flowers for my birthday. ^_^
So, Thursday I applied for a job at a cat-boarding facility. (Uber thanks for making me that resume, Jen-chan!)
Friday they called me and asked if I could start on Saturday.
So I worked yesterday and today. It's hard work, constant motion, and one has to clime inside the big cat condos to clean them properly.
Things surprise people that shouldn't:
Tarsha: Yay! I got a job at a cat-boarding facility!
Surprise: Gee, I sure do have to clean up a lot of cat vomit, and cat urine, and other cat products.
Scott: Yay! I'm so proud of you for finding a job at a cat boarding facility! *hugs*
Surprise: Ew. You sure are covered in a lot of cat hair.
Tarsha: And other things. You may want to change your cloths.
Tarsha: Yay! Every room is filled with cats! As soon as I sit down, I have a cat on my lap. ^_^
Surprise! Tarsha trys to eat a sandwich: -_-; I cannot keep the cats off my lap.
I'm also surprised when the floor I just mopped is slippery.
And when the cat who was so happy to get out of her condo or cage does not want to go back in.
And when I bang my head on the cat-shelf I've just crawled under for the fifth time while cleaning identically constructed cat condos.
While the deluxe cat condos are occupied by cat's with paying moms and dads, many of the cats in the building are rescues whom Peggy and Rick have taken in out of the kindness of their hearts.
Many off these cats would have been put to sleep because they are so difficult to care for. Some are very old, some of been victims of horrible cruelty and are permanently damaged physically, and I can only suspect, mentally and emotionally. I cannot believe what some people will do to cats, and of course, we only have the ones who were lucky enough to survive.
Two cats, Janis Joplin and Tigger, cannot even be allowed out of their cages. They were rescued from and animals hoarder who had over 70 animals, and could not feed them. Their metabolisms were badly damaged. All ordinary cat food left them chronically ill, so they are feed twice per day a homemade mix of human-suitable chicken and rice spiked with stool-binding medicine. All day they meow about being hungry and lonely, even when they have just been feed and petted.
I cannot stop thinking about them. I would like to see them happy.
Oi, this is annoying. Every cat has a card on his or her cage or condo telling of his or her needs, such as which food they eat. Special needs such as medicine are highlighted brightly. I was told to always take the time to read the cards, so I do.
Today, Barbra started working. I noticed she worked very fast, so I went around after her checking for oversights, checking to make sure, for example, that the cats who refuse to drink water if it smells unfamiliar got filtered water (They didn't) and that the Smokey who was supposed to receive laxative and no wet food didn't get chicken and stool-binding medicine mixture destined for the other cat named Smokey. (He did). Lesly took all the blame for that, but Barbra could have avoided it by reading the card. Yes, both cats are named Smokey, and yes, if some one read the card, and did something else for a while, and then came back, it could be very easy to forget which one was which. Which is why one should read the card again. There is a difference between making a mistake and choosing not to take the time to avoid carelessness.
My sweetie-love took me out to eat and bought me flowers for my birthday. ^_^
So, Thursday I applied for a job at a cat-boarding facility. (Uber thanks for making me that resume, Jen-chan!)
Friday they called me and asked if I could start on Saturday.
So I worked yesterday and today. It's hard work, constant motion, and one has to clime inside the big cat condos to clean them properly.
Things surprise people that shouldn't:
Tarsha: Yay! I got a job at a cat-boarding facility!
Surprise: Gee, I sure do have to clean up a lot of cat vomit, and cat urine, and other cat products.
Scott: Yay! I'm so proud of you for finding a job at a cat boarding facility! *hugs*
Surprise: Ew. You sure are covered in a lot of cat hair.
Tarsha: And other things. You may want to change your cloths.
Tarsha: Yay! Every room is filled with cats! As soon as I sit down, I have a cat on my lap. ^_^
Surprise! Tarsha trys to eat a sandwich: -_-; I cannot keep the cats off my lap.
I'm also surprised when the floor I just mopped is slippery.
And when the cat who was so happy to get out of her condo or cage does not want to go back in.
And when I bang my head on the cat-shelf I've just crawled under for the fifth time while cleaning identically constructed cat condos.
While the deluxe cat condos are occupied by cat's with paying moms and dads, many of the cats in the building are rescues whom Peggy and Rick have taken in out of the kindness of their hearts.
Many off these cats would have been put to sleep because they are so difficult to care for. Some are very old, some of been victims of horrible cruelty and are permanently damaged physically, and I can only suspect, mentally and emotionally. I cannot believe what some people will do to cats, and of course, we only have the ones who were lucky enough to survive.
Two cats, Janis Joplin and Tigger, cannot even be allowed out of their cages. They were rescued from and animals hoarder who had over 70 animals, and could not feed them. Their metabolisms were badly damaged. All ordinary cat food left them chronically ill, so they are feed twice per day a homemade mix of human-suitable chicken and rice spiked with stool-binding medicine. All day they meow about being hungry and lonely, even when they have just been feed and petted.
I cannot stop thinking about them. I would like to see them happy.
Oi, this is annoying. Every cat has a card on his or her cage or condo telling of his or her needs, such as which food they eat. Special needs such as medicine are highlighted brightly. I was told to always take the time to read the cards, so I do.
Today, Barbra started working. I noticed she worked very fast, so I went around after her checking for oversights, checking to make sure, for example, that the cats who refuse to drink water if it smells unfamiliar got filtered water (They didn't) and that the Smokey who was supposed to receive laxative and no wet food didn't get chicken and stool-binding medicine mixture destined for the other cat named Smokey. (He did). Lesly took all the blame for that, but Barbra could have avoided it by reading the card. Yes, both cats are named Smokey, and yes, if some one read the card, and did something else for a while, and then came back, it could be very easy to forget which one was which. Which is why one should read the card again. There is a difference between making a mistake and choosing not to take the time to avoid carelessness.