Yesteday I was at adoption day in Petsmart. Someone had dropped off two gorgeous young ladies, unspayed, no shots. Fortunately, there's a vet there who was able to squeeze them in so they could have their rabies shots, and tested for FIV/FLV (negative, thank goodness!) We figured we'd show then and collect names of prospective adopters.
I went to Starbucks for some coffee and when I came back, a lady was holding the tabby and one of the volunteers caught my eye and shook her head. I sat down next to the lady and she said she wanted to adopt the cat. I explained she had not been spayed and our policy was only to adopt out altered animals, if they were old enough to be s/n. She got all snotty and said she wanted the cat to have kittens. I pointed out that there were lots of pregnant cats to foster and she could experience kittens that way, and help protect the pet population.
She said she didn't want a "wild" cat. I thought of Velvet, who's preggers and so sweet she'd put a diabetic into a coma. Then I said,
"It's in the contract!" Then she said that she didn't want to talk to me, she wanted to talk to the "nice" lady. Since I didn't have any fosters there, before I could go more nuclear on her I grabbed my stuff and left.
If she thinks I'm bad, I should sic the president of our rescue on her. She'd rip her a new one. :mad:
