What do you see here? Ending of Light? Beginning of Dark?
This photo was taken at sunset on 7 Oct, near Foster Mum’s cattery/home, while waiting for the bus.
It had been a good day with the cats. We met a nice young couple who were thinking of becoming animal guardians for the first time in their lives, and they were interested to sterilise neighbourhood cats where they live too.
We also met a lovely Malay lady who was there to adopt, quite contrarian to those who seem to ritualise dumping as part of their Hari Raya celebrations. She initially wanted to take the Meowsons. But she was also very amendable, so while we would have been happy to let them go home with her, we knew there were more desperate cases so we suggested if she did not mind, to consider the kittens here – for example the 3 totally lovely 10 week old siblings who’s been there for more than a month. Their ginger sibling had already been adopted. But the three were facing extremely poor prospects as two were black and 1 was a tortie. Despite being totally adorable kittens their chances for adoption were already virtually zero, so we hoped if she liked them too, to take them. The Meowsons would have better prospects despite being older at 4 months, due to their more fortunate genetic lot. Foster Mum and us minions were over the moon when this lady decided to take all 3 siblings!
Yesterday, 8 Oct, though, our euphoria was broken after we received an sms. A cat which we adopted out as a kitten 2 years ago, faced eviction – her mother is thinking of giving her and another cat up because the two have been “rebellious” and are “getting out of hand”. Apparently, they’ve peed everywhere in the home. I sms’d the mother – if she’s giving them up for this reason, who else would want them? I also said that they might be trying to tell her something – they might be having some problem, maybe psychological, maybe health-wise. She did not respond after that.
This morning, I sms’d her again and told her that regardless of whether she want to keep them, it’s only fair that the problem be identified and hopefully resolved or avoided, and offered a listening ear if she needed one. Still waiting on her response.