14 years ago I went to our local humane society in search of my daughter's kitten that had been lost. I called my daughter only to be told that this kitten wasn't hers.
The sad thing was this kitten, now named Tabatha was to be euthanized in 2 days if not adopted. My daughter was holding out hope to find her kitten. I understood her feelings for her own kitten but I couldn't leave this kitten when I knew her fate was looming if not adopted.
Being allergic to cats I decided to adopt and make her a barn cat on my farm. After all, this was supposed to be a "no kill" facility.
So I asked to adopt her. The staff member was clueless when I explained she would be a "barn/farm" cat. I'm serious when I explained the barn/farm cat concept that neither she or her supervisor had any idea what I meant. The answer was NO adoption unless I guaranteed to keep Tabatha indoors. I could've lied but that's just not me. Instead I became stern and protested about their no kill policy that was very apparent didn't apply in this instance.
By this time, others were coming into the cat area listening to the dialogue. Well I believe the audience played a role in the supervisor's willingness to allow Tabatha her chance at life!
She's a wonderful addition to my life. She has the freedom to be indoors and out as she desires...but faithfully sleeps by my head every night, regardless of my allergies.
Oh and I can't forget Pepper and George, rabbits that came home to live out their remaining years as they rest in peace on the farm.
GRAHAM, WA
