I emptied a closet so he’d have his own, made a list of all he’d need. Even bought a snazzy dish I found in a thrift store. I was all ready.
Snowdon the puma was going to be mine.
Then I had a house visit from the rescue squad. Let me say, when you’re invited to someone’s home you should remember to bring along your manners. If squirrels came, they would have behaved better.
This woman who kept me waiting for over an hour, finally arrived like a storm. She put her hands on my freshly painted walls dropping her many satchels like air bags before saying…so where are your windows?
Where most windows would be?
Cats are apparently famous for jumping out, and after meeting this woman, I totally understood since she has 8 in her care. I envisioned them with tiny parachutes leaping for their lives.
All of my windows have screens except for one pane. They are encasement windows which means, they open out, not up. She said, even after I told her I’m alone most of the time and would promise not to open this one lonely pane, it’s not acceptable.
I’ll come over and put up window guards, she said, without even asking.
But I don’t want window guards, and you need to trust me that I won’t open that window because I’d never hurt this cat I so thought I wanted till I met you.
Then of course my insecurity kicked up, thinking my home wasn’t a safe environment.
Why do these rescue people make it so hard treating you like the John Dillinger of adopters putting you through the wringer for no good reason. I get the vetting process, that’s a good thing, but their technique could use some serious tweaking.
Needless to say, I am not getting Snow, unless it falls from the sky.
Such a shame, really, since I’m the most loving person on the planet, especially animal wise. Any four-legged creature who ends up with me will have won a contest.
If only Carmela the basset hound could be one of my references, she’d certainly tell them.
“She even put cold compresses on my head when it was hot. Rubbed my belly to make me laugh…and of course tickled my ears because how could you not. Yes, Susannah rocks from here to the Grand Ole Opry.”
Yeah, if only.
So farewell Lord Snowdon. I pray you get a good home. Remember, we’ll always have Paris, I mean Petco.
Yeah, if only. Ya hear that? It’s my heart breaking. I visited him every day for two weeks, we got along….sigh