08/03/2024
Most rescue work is done by women. There are men of course, but the majority are female. So, on here is our own Flora, telling it like it is, an average day for a CAT77 branch leader. It is ALL voluntary too remember!
We thank and applaud all of our fantastic branch workers (of either sex)🙏👏🙌
Action Trust 1977 Nuneaton & Hinckley
People often ask me about the day-to-day work involved in running a cat rescue. I tell them there's ever only one thing I can be absolutely certain of as each day dawns and that is that my terribly well thought out plans will not entirely go to plan. How boring would that be? Well, to be fair, sometimes the plan is only slightly altered, not actually destroyed, by a few other factors rearing their timely, or more likely untimely, heads and poking their noses in.
Today's terribly well thought out plan consisted of:
1. Setting the alarm for 6.15am to be certain to have enough time to shuffle my way round the usual and current morning delights as I had a vet visit organised.
2. Get rescue chicken Susie's breakfast ready and go stoat outside in the ancient dressing gown (high fences!) to deliver that breakfast and let her out of her cosy shelter.
3. Feed the rescue cat currently residing in a big cage in a bedroom (because we're out of space in the shelters and other foster homes).
4. Fall over Mrs Norris, the demanding, cantankerous, auld biddy cat who thinks she owns the upstairs area of the house, as she wails from above to let me know there's a very good chance she's so starved she's likely to keel over and it will be all my fault. Get her breakfast..
5. Prepare the food for the cats in the shelters and take it out in two lots.
6. Feed the poor pathetic souls who have gathered round empty feeding dishes in the utility room.
7. Clean the litter trays.
8. Jump in the shower and get ready to leave.
9. Collect the four kittens (Amelie, Phantom, Domino and Smudge) from their foster home in Ayr and take them to the vet for 9am for their Big Boy and Big Girl ops.
Flawless plans, right? Okay, so:
1. I didn't get to bed until around 2am last night, was still awake
at 5.10am, fell asleep and didn't hear the alarm and woke up 15 minutes later than intended.
2. Susie didn't come stoating out of her cosy bed as eagerly as usual and had me really worried that something was wrong. Panic. Turned out she just wanted a long lie..
3. The rescue cat in the cage - nae bother at all. What a darling.
4. Mrs Norris stared at her breakfast, decided I hadn't made enough presentation fuss, so tried to trip me up on the stairs as a punishment for my thoughtless behaviour.
5. The cats in the shelters happily played along food-wise, but somebody had missed a litter tray by several metres just to add some fun to the sight that usually faces me each morning after their overnight party. It wasn't pretty.
6. One of the house cats, Albert, had a bit of trouble choosing from this morning's breakfast menu and had to be offered alternatives before making a definite decision.
7. Decided the litter trays would have to wait until I got back from the vet, the 'accident' in the shelters having been covered in the meantime in a mountain of ridiculously expensive litter.
8. An even quicker than usual shower - time was getting on. and I really had to be in Ayr to pick up the kittens before 8.30.
9. Got the kittens into carriers and off to the vet for 9am. Wee Amelie couldn't have her op though as she's so petite compared to her three bruiser brothers and hasn't yet reached the min weight of 2kg for the op. She needs another two weeks and I'm supposed to be taking her to her new home in Glasgow on Saturday - had to take her back to the foster home.
Got home again and cleaned up the shelters and litter trays as Archie measured up the floors in the shelters before preparing new covers to go over the concrete slabs in the open play areas. Having so many cats in the shelters over the past few months it's been so difficult and time consuming to keep the slabs really clean as everything sticks to them. It's been a constant battle but daughter Alexis has come to the rescue with some long sheets of solid, smooth, sheeting (made from recycled plastic!) that will make it so much easier to keep the floors all bright and sparkly.
It was time then to go back to Ayr to collect the kittens who'd had their ops and take them to their foster home, the plan (awfy well thought out) being to call in at Pets at Home first and gather together supplies for a cat, Beezer, and drop these off to his permanent foster home after settling the kittens back down, followed by collecting some donated food from a very kind lady in Ayr before driving home. Ah, but I haven't mentioned yet that I'd had a call on Monday about a cat living feral in a rural situation who had turned up at a feeder's home having suffered some trauma that would almost certainly mean having to lose his eye. I took a trap there on Monday but he didn't appear so the trap was left with the able and trustworthy person who was feeding this poor cat. He didn't come back until today and, just as I was leaving the vet with the kittens, I had a call to say that he had been trapped! So it was get the kittens back, contact the vet who had agreed to treat him and get an appointment for tomorrow morning, head to where the now trapped cat was in an area between Ayr and Coylton, deliver the food for Beezer, ask the woman who was donating food if I could call in on Sunday instead when I'll be in Ayr to collect two of the kittens before taking them to their new home near Edinburgh, head home with an extremely whiffy unneutered male cat and a trap he'd used as a toilet.
So, those of you who are curious about the day-to-day goings on in rescue, I bet you're sorry you asked now. I'm not sure that a current well thought out plan to try and find the right person, or people, to take over the running of the rescue when I get too decrepit to carry on will have been helped by this post, but it's all worth it - honest!
I'll add a photo of a kitten, Domino, to help convince you.