Dianne in happier cat times at the same address in 1985.
Lately, I’ve noticed that I am sometimes unable to do some of the things I did only a year or too ago. I try to push through the pain and do them anyway, but often I fail. For example, after I had hip replacement surgery, I gave up riding my bike and turned it over to my granddaughter Joy who uses it at school.
I have a small safety ladder I climb to water my hanging baskets of plants. Although he used to climb ladders to repair things, I won’t let David up on anything higher than a foot or two. A fellow I knew at age 50 or so, fell off a ladder, broke his leg, a blood clot formed and went to his heart and killed him.
We have safety rails on the stairs and in the bathrooms next to toilets and tubs. We rid ourselves of obstacles that trip, such as scatter rugs. We have “senior-proofed” our home, not because we felt old, but because we are averse to pain.
The local shelter failed to call me yesterday, so I spent several hours calling different people trying to get an answer to the application for the kittens. I’m too tired to go through the whole run-around, but the gist of it is whoever is in charge in this organization run by officious oicks “has concerns.” I have no idea what that means.
After much probing on my part, the issue seemed to come down to my and/or David’s ages. During this process, every excuse surfaced, including “you have a history.”
So we reviewed my “history” which boiled down to:
1/ requesting cremation services for two dogs dead at ages 18 and 19;
2/ turning in a feral cat or two;
3/ turning in an injured squirrel;
4/ donating equipment including large steel cages later used by wildlife rehabilitators for large birds…hawks and owls, etc.
5/ donating money to the shelter every year for the past 30 years;
6/ adopting two Cockatiels ten years ago,
7/ dropping off one love bird (my granddaughter Amelia’s bird) 10 years ago; and
8/ dropping off two lovebirds last week. After I dismissed all the objections on the rap sheet, it came down to the two love birds we dropped off last week. I explained several times to several people that the issue is the bird cages. It is difficult for David and me to haul cages outside and hose them down, which I need to do once a year. I still have five cages to clean and they are large enough I can sit in them and wipe them down.
“What about a cat box? How will you empty that? I told them, cat boxes are lightweight plastic and the newer cat litter is lightweight and absorbent (we’ve had three cats while we lived in this house, all deceased at ages 18 and 19). Cat boxes can easily be cleaned out regularly. We are retired, taking care of animals is what we do. (We hand vac the bird cages daily and I give them a good scrub weekly.)
Call either of my vets, I told them several times. I have an Avian vet for the birds and another vet for the dogs and cats. We’ve had the same dog/cat vet for over thirty years.
After I had exhausted all his illogical objections, he said NO. I think it is because he thinks we are too old to have kittens. They asked me twice if we were planning on moving (31 years at the same address), one interviewer asked if we were planning on moving into a retirement home.
Do you think age is an issue?