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Originally Posted by BookCat
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The vet I used didn't agree with ear-tipping for some odd reason; as I wasn't intending to release the cats this wasn't too much of a problem. The group in the video seemed easier to socialise (though I did have one stupid man who came, with his wife, to see them, who ignored my "do not touch them!" and got scratched for his pains. He walked out complaining about me keeping wild animals; I had warned him, and the details on CatChat stated explicitly that they were feral!)
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If my experience in my business is anything to go by, people neither read instructions nor pay attention to anything anyone else says, ever. It's absurd. I don't know how the race continues, I really don't.
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Hitch, so sorry to hear about your horse. I did all the cross-questioning of potential owners that you speak of, and visited their homes. Many people wanted to adopt the ginger twins, but only one couple seemed worthy of them, and they took one of the adults also. I would ask for a donation, rather than 'sell' the cats. I hate the idea of trading in animals.
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Well, exactly. I'd be obsessive. I rescued a ginger kitten that had been lost or abandoned, out here in the desert--found him shrieking and carrying on one night, and a friend of my next-door neighbor, an apparently lovely woman, took him. All good, right? I made her SWEAR she'd neuter him and not allow him outdoors, as she was in Wickenburg, which is also desert, with the same animals, etc., that make it a no-fly zone here. She did neither, and somehow, after a year or so, the cat took a fall from a height, and had to be put to sleep. I wanted to
SCREAM. It simply reinforced my feeling that I just don't have the ability to deal with the people.
The thing with my showjumper just...did me in. No more. No more horses, fersure. With horses, you can spend a decade, just getting to the point that you know you have a champion. You can spend a lifetime, and never get one. Getting one... and then losing her, well. That's
not great. I mean, and this is in addition to all the usual grief with a beloved animal.
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I've never had a dog. I'm a bit frightened of them; even though I've dealt with ferocious feral cats (she says, looking at the soppy balls of fur sleeping next to her!)
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Well, you probably can't mix them now, but perhaps you could start with a small, CALM dog, as in, not a Jack Russell or Yorkie. Like...a Scotty, maybe. BUT, on the other hand, cats, IME, need more rescuing and adopting than dogs. I'm not implying that either doesn't NEED rescuing, at all; it's just that people seem to feel cavalier about throwing away cats, thinking that they'll "survive" by catching their own food, etc. It's revolting.
Hitch