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Howling at the Moon by Susan Smith
posted: Aug. 10, 2007

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June was National Adopt a Cat From a Shelter month. I set the wheels in motion in June and finalized my adoption of Sara in July. She is now the new shop cat. Sara is a petite Snowshoe Siamese whose owner went to a nursing home. Her family took Sara to Animal Control. A lady there saw that she was a Siamese and called the local foster from the Siamese Rescue Center. I had met this foster last spring when I went to Pet Fest at the Fair Grounds. This is an adoption event representing many shelters and rescue groups. The Siamese Rescue center is based out of Virginia. There are three fosters in Indiana that I know of. They are in Bloomington, Indianapolis and Fort Wayne. I learned a lot of how fostering pets works and how adoptions are handled out of state and out of town. Did you know that a semi driver might be a rescue volunteer and transporting a pet to someone while on his route? There are lots of ingenious ways that animals are transported and lots of big hearted people who go the distance to make sure dogs and cats are adopted. We hear so many bad stories about dog fighting and people who abuse animals, but be assured that there are wonderful stories of people who devote their lives to animal welfare. Bless them all! Kudos to Katie Smith and the Paw Patch Veterinarian Clinic for their involvement with the Siamese Rescue Center. While grieving for her owner, Sara's immune system had shut down. She was really sick and it took about six weeks of TLC before she could be adopted.
That said, I have a few customers who are frustrated with their cats. I got this e-mail which I thought would be fun to share.

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates of what I am capable. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe... For now...



Susan Smith is a life-long area resident and is the owner of City Dogs Grocery located at 52nd and College. Send your pet related questions/comments to susan@BroadRippleGazette.com




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