They seem to like the wooden chair now.
With Uncle Bobby and Uncle Tiger.
This one is Baloo.
Bagheera is the independent one.
See...it's always Baloo with Uncle Bobby.
Uncle Bunny doesn't mind the litter box as his bed.
Bagheera seems to want her privacy.
One big family?
I spent the last 3 hours doing a physical stock-check of our tshirts (that's 52 sets of tshirts) before this weekend's big event - Kathina. We'll be selling our tshirts again. It is usually during Wesak and Kathina that we raise most of our funds. Can't let this chance go by....or we won't have enough to carry on! New stock just arrived yesterday, so I'll be collecting them today.
Of course, the two Blueys were having a ball while I was stock-checking. They had lots of fun playing with the strings.
Would you believe they actually played tug of war with the strings?
They're too big for their first little playhouse, but that doesn't stop them from inventing another game with it.
Kittens are just so good at setting up rules for games.
When we're done playing, it becomes our bed!
Goodnight, folks!
The Blueys are up for adoption. Two adopters were initially interested, but due to some delay, they have adopted other animals now. There is also a very kind gentleman who is willing to let them be his office pets. I'm very thankful he wants to help me out here since he knows I only offered to foster for a short period and not to adopt, and I am having problems now as Indy is still staying away from home. I don't even know if Indy will ever come back as he has already vacated his porch space and by feline rules, he has no more space in the house now. Every day, rain or shine, I still have to go bring him back for his food.
Coming back to this very kind man's offer to let the Blueys be his office pets, I'm a little worried about the Blueys being alone in the office at night now that they are still young. Of course, I'll KIV his very kind offer. If we cannot find a home (with a family) for the Blueys, I'll let this kind man have them as his office pets. Punitha has asked me to hang on a bit longer as she'll try to look for a family to adopt the Blueys.
Meanwhile, if you know of anyone who would like to adopt the Blueys, please let me know. Thank you.
As I've written before, my offer was only to foster them for a few days or until they are on kibbles. I know the longer they stay with me, the harder it would be for me to part with them eventually. It is also not fair to them as they too would be attached to me, to Bobby and to my house. Somehow, not many have offered to adopt the Blueys.
Some kittens have a lot of luck in finding good homes. Some don't. It must be some affinity forces at work here?
Further reflections at 6am this morning:
It comes as no surprise that many people are scared of offering to be fosterers. One would think that in fostering, it is just fostering for a fixed duration, as per agreed. But often, the fosterer has to rehome the animals as well. And when the fosterer cannot rehome, the fosterer has to adopt? This would mean that the fosterer is also expected to be the rehomer and the adopter? No wonder people are so scared of offering to foster!
I was supposed to only foster Tiger and Indy, but their rescuers dumped them on me, so I ended up adopting them because as time went by, I grew attached to them, and didn't have the heart to part with them.
Vixey and Wii were spotted by a boy at the playground who alerted my daughter to them. We picked them up, and we ended up adopting them because Vixey had congenital growth problems which needed special nursing care.
Creamie and Crackers were dumped on me as well. Their "spotter" (yes, the lady who spotted them and kept texting me to pick them up because she refused to do it herself) is also a cat caregiver in her own right, but she decided she would not pick them up. Their eyes were still closed and they were left under the hot sun for hours before I managed to get back from where I was to pick them up. When I picked them up, they were completely dehydrated and almost dead. Yet, the spotter kept going back to the box and texting me to let me know that there weren't moving anymore, etc. (yes, an hourly commentary and update, but she wouldn't pick them up). I was not even in town that day. I only managed to come back after 4-5 hours.
But let's get back to the issue of fostering cum rehoming cum adopting. I've really been hoping to inculcate a culture of "working together for the animals" through AnimalCare where we each take on smaller tasks of doing what we can so that no one person would be overwhelmed with too much to do. If we pile on too much for one person, it takes a toll on him/her and after awhile, the person just gives up.
When I first started AnimalCare way back, more than 2 years ago, I asked for volunteers to be:
(1) Fosterers - those who only foster for an agreed duration.
(2) Rehomers - those who try to find homes for animals.
(3) Adopters - those who adopt and give a home to animals.
These were supposed to be three DIFFERENT roles taken on by three DIFFERENT people. That's what I was hoping to achieve. That way, the fosterer (a role we need so badly) would not be put off having too much to do, or having the animal dumped on her/him.
I would think the rescuer (the person who picked up the animal) should take on the responsibility of finding a home for the animal or else, the rescuer should adopt. Not the fosterer. Fosterers should never be dumped with an animal that he/she had volunteered to FOSTER. It is not the fosterer who picked up the animal in the first place.
Two years down the road, I know I have failed to create the community I envisaged. Very often, the rescuer pleads the fosterer to "Please help, just for a week or two", but after the two weeks, "Can you hang on a little longer?". And after one month, "Can you adopt?". Or worse, the rescuer does not answer your calls anymore after that and you find yourself "stuck" (for lack of a better word) with the animals, whom you undoubtedly would have grown very fond of by then.
So, fosterers end up with more and more animals until they reach a point in time where they throw up their hands and say "ENOUGH!" and that's that.
When I asked my friend, Lydia, to help rehabilitate Amber Horsey (who needed amputation), she asked for my assurance that I would not dump Amber Horsey on her. Amber Horsey was not even my rescue, but that of Joanne. I was merely helping with the medical/surgery fee and the rehabilitation as it involved amputation. Lydia said "only one month". I sourced for a friend to take Amber Horsey into his shelter after one month and he agreed. I had made contingency plans so that I would be able to honour my word with Lydia.
After one month, I asked Lydia if she needed me to take back Amber Horsey and Lydia said to give her another month as Amber wasn't quite ready yet.
Another month passed, and I followed up. Lydia said to hang on as she wanted to help Amber for a little while more. Finally, Lydia told me she had decided she would free me from my word as she had decided to take on the task of rehoming Amber Horsey herself. I also told her I could no longer ask my friend to reserve the place at his shelter for so long. Other animals needed that place, too.
I think, ultimately, it all boils down to keeping our word. It would be so much easier if all of us kept our word, our promises.
It would certainly be better for the animals, too.
As for the commenter in this post who has asked me to adopt the Blueys, thank you very much for your well-intentioned suggestion. I wish I could but I have already explained why I cannot: http://www.myanimalcare.org/2011/10/why-i-cannot-adopt-blueys.html
Yes, some people have 30 or 40. Why, Meiji has 128 dogs and she manages single-handedly! If we want to compare, why compare with those who have 30, why not compare with those who have hundreds? So, where do you draw the line?
The bottom line is, there is NO basis for comparison. It is not right to compare because we are all different and we have our individual limitations, don't we?
We can only do so much and if only people would respect that, life would be so much better....for everyone, especially the animals.
