A lot of volunteers have a hard time dealing with all the sad wittle kitties and doggies, and the idea of euthanasia (which leads them to cutting back hours or quitting). I don't. Sure, they're cute. Sure, euthanasia is a bummer. But they're animals. They have personalities, but they aren't people. They're fluffy and playful, but they aren't toys. They won't turn off or put themselves away or vanish when you tire of them. And once you buy it, unless you return it to the shelter and walk it down that long hallway of owner-release shame, it's going to be with you for the next 13-20 years.
So my problem, obviously, lies in the people who come into the shelter to entertain the idea of adopting anything when they haven't even put any thought into it beyond, "OHHH LOOK AT THE KITTIES!!" That would actually be fine if they came to a volunteer or kennel staff with questions and sought to educate themselves before filling out the paperwork. But so many of them don't.
And it turns out to be more than they bargained for once they take it home and live with the animal. Especially with kittens:
"It meows a lot." -- No joke. This is a real complaint.
"It goes outside of the litter box."
"It claws the furniture."
"It runs away from my
"All it does is hide."
"It tears up everything."
You. Bought. A. Fuck. Ing. Kit. Ten.
Those are things that they do. Not all of them. But a lot of them. And when you walk up to the cage with the LOUDEST, SCRAPPIEST kitten on the wall o' cages, don't be fucking surprised if it scratches your dumb ass. Also, they may be cute and spazzy and playful now... but that's how almost all kittens are. They haven't developed their personality yet. You really don't know what you're getting when you adopt a kitten.
This is why they cost $85 to adopt--$45 more than adult cats. To make fucking morons put a smidge more consideration into their decision to take home a bug-eyed poof-ball of destruction.
It's damn near impossible for me to assist people like this when they're looking to adopt. I'm supposed to be nice to everyone. I generally am. And I've successfully matched mature folks up with the right animals. And it's a fucking pleasant feeling of accomplishment when I do. But my shit-giving gland begins to fail when prospective adopters behave just as badly as their screeching, kitten-stomping offspring.
I have no issue whatsoever with people who just like coming to the shelter to see and pet the animals. The socializing is so good for them (when they're being handled correctly). And it's a nice escape from life to sit in a room with a bunch of critters who all want to be loved on.
A cat is not a fucking impulse buy in the checkout line when you're adopting a dog as well. If you haven't thought it out, DON'T DO IT. If you have other cats and don't know how to introduce a new one to the rest of the clan, read up on how to do it and come back later. The information is fucking available in handouts all over the shelter. I'm not loading you up with all this reading material for my amusement (although the "aw man, I have to read?!" look is heartbreakingly hilarious). Read it. Think about it. Make a mature decision like an adult.
And, if I hear this one more time from anyone during my shift, I swear, my brain will collapse on itself. Considering that at least five people say it daily, I feel like I can predict the future: "This kitty likes me!!"
Forgive me for being an irritable, anti-social, mean old bitch here, but, they're cooped up in cages all day. THEY FUCKING LIKE EVERYONE WHO OPENS THE CAGE AND TOUCHES THEM. YOU AREN'T SPECIAL.
Yeah, I think I'm only going to go in on Fridays.