This is Soaring, a cat who would make a great Service Cat. Affectionate, loves to cuddle and be handled, gentle, purrs a lot. With me and another volunteer, H.
Found out that the politics at the lower levels of non-profits are apparently much like those in Academia. So nasty because the stakes are so low. I stepped right into a big pile of it, all unaware, and got snidely slammed almost not in my hearing. "(Something, something) ... volunteer's job! (huarumph!)" And got the volunteer coordinator sent to bawl me out for... well it doesn't really signify, actually.
I'm trying very hard to just remember why I do this, and will do it in future much more quietly. Compassionately, for the people who are paid crap for a job that is awful if you don't just love the animals. It's a hard life wherever you go, especially if you bring it with you. My newly learned, or relearned lesson, I can hardly go throwing around anger and blame. Letting it run through my fingers. Wipe off my shoe and know where never to step again.
Labels: Cats and Dogs