14 June 2012

I used to be the first one in to see the shelter cats on Thursday mornings. Now there is an older man with an anxiety disorder who comes in at 8 am, snuggles all the cats and feeds them too much wet food before I get there. On top of this he gets paid. Today they napped through my whole shift. Luckily my favourite one spent the latter part of my morning napping in my lap, otherwise I would have been utterly despondent.

6 comments:

lostgander said...

He gets paid to snuggle cats? What kind of alternative universe are you living in? I'm glad you weren't completely denied some good cat time, though.

wrenna said...

The alternative universe of the chronically disabled. I think he only gets 50 bucks a month; he'd need to put in another 2 hours above what he's scheduled to get the full 100. The grant lasts one year.

lostgander said...

I should probably volunteer at the shelter where I got my dog. I miss having a cat and that would be an easy way to get my cat fix. And it would be mutually beneficial!

wrenna said...

It would! Though I find myself falling in love with the new cats serially.

lostgander said...

Yeah, I'd probably come home with an armload of cats every week. That might be too much for Farley to handle.

wrenna said...

I bet he could handle one. Or two. Three, maximum.