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We have inside cats and we have outside cats. The outside cats range from friendly to feral. They think they are from Masterpiece Theater because we have Upstairs and Downstairs cats.
The Upstairs bunch will eat just outside of the kitchen area. I count every morning. 5 tuxedo -- 4 of them shorthair. Two of them are twins, one is Checkers and the other has been there for years and I still don’t know who it is. They are not procreating, so all is well. One of the twins will drink out of her paw, the other just has to have her paw in the water as she drinks. One of the other two will roll around and twitch and make you believe she is seizing until you go to check on her and she will take off. The long-haired tux is Shilo. She is our stalker and will follow you around if she can. She also greets all the new puppies and explains to them why you shouldn’t tease an old cat. They learn quickly from her. Kim and Flash are gray tabbies and then there is Conan. Conan is compact like a little tank. He was spoiled when Ms. Linda was working with us and he has to have some canned food on the A/C unit every morning. When he is finished with that he heads Downstairs. Downstairs is the outside cat safe area and feeding station. Ms. Purrfect is a brown, puny tabby who has been here longer than I have. She will meet me on most mornings when I take the food. T-Rex was gone for about a month before we saw him again after releasing him. He is certainly there to stay now. Kimba is a beautiful Siamese mix who wants to be tame but can’t figure it out. By the time I get to them Conan is already poised to raise a stink down there, after he ate Upstairs. I have to scold him every morning. So --- 8 and 3 ----- 11 outside cats, and all is well. These guys know when they can ramble in the dog enclosures and when they can’t. If the dogs are locked inside because I am cleaning, some of the cats will explore but they know enough to leave before we LET THE DOGS OUT -- woof woof. All creatures are amazing. I could go on about just our outside bunch for hours. They hunt, they play, they are alert and see and hear things we never do. They love each other and they fight. They can hear you rattle a bag of treats from miles away. ----- I wonder where they go, I wonder how they think and what they would say to us if we could only understand them. Share some cool cat stories (comment below), please --- I know you have them and we won’t think you are a crazy cat person. The POOP
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 Happy St. Patrick’s Day and Sunday everyone. I spent a few hours at the shelter as the only human today. That always let’s the mind wander. It wandered around where the volunteers may be this day and I know that almost all of them were in Church.
I also go, every morning. I get there while it is dark and see the sun rise. When I stop for a break I look up and see the trees dance. I watch for deer because they sometimes bound across our dirt road. I check out the birds. Other than blue jays, mockingbirds and cardinals, mourning doves have taken up residence close by and love annoying the dogs by utilizing their yards while they are kenneled. The robins seem to have moved on to wherever they go this time of year. I recognize the miracle when I watch DeeJay take a running start and roll Annie in play. This is DeeJay whom we had to carry out of the woods close by because she had no use of her back end at all. She could not stand and certainly not walk. To watch her run and play and wag her tail is a miracle to me. I see it when I watch Trouble sort of bound across the yard. He was given up on by the owner but the doctor wasn’t ready to give up on him. He is taking meds for thyroid problems and a diuretic to keep fluids of his little heart. He is a happy little man’s man. He has personality and attitude that won’t stop and every day he hangs around is a blessing. I feel the miracle when the dog who played so rough with the volunteers that we had torn shirts and scratches---turns out to be the perfect dog for the perfect family who adopt her and can find no fault at all in her. I just thought I would share why I love doing what I do----Amen Blog they said. You are The Poop. Earning the title of THE POOP is like getting a peeeightchdee from the University of Poopery. Anyone who works with animals probably understands this. We have four-legged tail-wagging (or tail-swishing) machines who make it. We give them a bowl of material to work with and they promptly begin processing it. All we have to do is pick it up. There is some finesse to pooper scooping and at some point I got really good at it.
I also learned to read it, like some folks read tea leaves. I haven’t gotten to the point of knowing the depositor’s age or breed just yet. I can however discern an array of health issues. If all of our canine guests leave tootsie rolls, it is a good day. I promise I will never write about this again, but did want to explain why I am proud to carry this title. It is better than being made a ‘Lady’ by the Queen. Now all that remains is to figure out a way to recycle and profit. ~ THE POOP As webmaster for this site, please allow me to introduce "The Poop." "The Poop" knows all there is to know about all things related to the Ozark-Dale County Humane Society. You can find "The Poop" in many places around town promoting the good work done at our shelter. Stay tuned for The Scoop from "The Poop" ... coming soon.  |
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