Feline Rescue(3)

I did my usual Tuesday 6-8pm shift at Feline Rescue today.
It really was not as horrible as I'm about to make it seem, but here's my list of complaints for the evening.
-Chloe couldn't volunteer tonight because she was too busy with end of the school year Senior things to do.
-The shelter wasn't really hot, but I was not dressed for warm weather and while working I got really warm and dizzy and kept losing vision everytime I went to wipe out a cat cage and then stand up again.
-I was playing with the cat that I like named Pearl, who has mood swings a lot. I was petting her in her cage and then she jerked her paw out at me, and I pulled my hand back really fast and punched myself in the jaw right where I used to have stitches under my lip. Not fun.

I did the usual cleaning the litter boxes, cages, and floors. I met some other volunteers, and like the rest they were very friendly and nice. Not many people stopped in the shelter while I was volunteering, except one family looking for their lost cat. The father of the family swore up and down that Pearl was their lost cat named "Tweety". The Mother and daughter were not convinced. After much debate between the family, they eventually left. The father said that he hoped he wouldn't be living with them much longer so he could come back and adopt the cat for himself.

I came home and asked my mom again her opinion of being a foster home for a litter of kittens, she didn't answer but told me to ask my father. He laughed at me and then said no.

Feline Rescue(2)

I went back to Feline Rescue today, after skipping last Tuesday because of my injuries.
I worked with my friend Chloe again. We cleaned out the main room and all the front little rooms.
I started by cleaning out a cat named Pearl's cage, which turned out to be more difficult than it should've been because she kept attacking me every time I put my hand in the cage. She was just playing around and I really like Pearl, If I could, I would adopt her, but she doesn't get along with other cats, and I already have one at home.
There's another cat that I completely adore, and so does Chloe. His name is Wayne, he's fat, grey, and almost cross eyed. Wayne doesn't like anyone but I want to adopt him too.
I knew there would be some risk in volunteering at an animal shelter because I would want to take all the animals home with me. The ones I especially want to keep are all the ones that are fat, odd shapes, crazy, missing an ear, or just walk really funny.
The rest of the volunteers there are all really friendly. They all have a serious love for cats, but I haven't met any who love them a little too much, in a crazy way, which is what I almost expected when I started volunteering there.

Feline Rescue week 1

We started off cleaning the cages in one of the cat rooms at the shelter, and filling the water dishes. Then we swept and mopped the floor. It was not a difficult job at all and we had the company of cats while working. We finished all of this within an hour and then we had free time to play with the cats for the rest of the time we were volunteering.
Unfortunately not even block away from the shelter, I feel face first off my bike and broke my jaw and cut my face up quite a bit. I had to walk back to the shelter and get cleaned up a bit while they called my mom.
I'm skipping volunteering this next week at the shelter because it would be really difficult to clean with my arm in a sling.


I'm not really sure what else i should write....