Firstly, I used the word “charities” in the
title, I am fully aware that the proper term is “welfare”, but as will become
clear, my use is justified.
A recent experience with rescuing a feral
cat has, again, reminded me why I am no longer active in animal welfare
organisations, but prefer to support them in other ways.
Round about a year ago we spotted two feral
kittens in the parking lot of our local pub. As is usual with ferals, we could
not get anywhere near them and they were not always there. Some time later we
realised that there was only one left – nature probably taking its mysterious
course.
Fast forward to mid August this year and
the one feral was still around! The evening car guard/security guy had started
feeding it and got it to a point where it would go to him and rub up against
him. After chatting to him, we realised that he was just as scared as we were
that the cat would be run over. He even named it Whiskas, after the food he
bought and fed him (it was now obvious that it was a male).
We thought about it and decided to do
something about the situation, all with the security guy’s blessing. We first
contacted the PDSA (SA) for assistance and they were more than willing to help,
but have a very strict ten days between inoculation and neutering policy. With
the amount of animals that they handle, this is totally understandable, but we had
nowhere to keep Whiskas for the ten days.
Plan B, we approached a local, highly reputable,
animal welfare organisation. They unfortunately cannot take in feral cats, but
was willing to assist with the medical stuff and try to find a foster home, if
not a forever home.
All this in place it was now a case of
actually catching Whiskas with the least upheaval. The idea was to get the help
of the security guy late one afternoon and take the cat directly to the animal
organisation.
I must just mention that we also discussed
this with the usual crowd at the pub and they all agreed to contribute towards
any costs. In fact one evening we had a whip round and collected a reasonable
sum for Whiskas’ food.
Just when we thought all was well and in
hand, the animal organisation had a crisis with an over-full hospital and
wouldn’t be able to take care of Whiskas for some weeks.
In the meantime, we all feared that Whiskas
could be stolen, or worse run over, as it got tamer and tamer and was regularly
seen crossing the, at times, very busy street.
Right, onto Plan C. On a Wednesday I placed
a photo of Whiskas with an appeal for help on our Facebook page.
On the Friday morning we spoke to our local
vet who offered to do all the necessary for free! Leukemia and feline AIDS
tests, neutering and inoculations included. We immediately posted this on
Facebook, this time with an appeal for a home.
By Saturday we had found Whiskas a
permanent home and posted the good news!
Little did we know what we had let
ourselves in for. A lot of very positive messages, but some not so nice.
One lady was immediately up in arms as to
how we dare interfere as she had been “working on this for months” and insisted
on getting involved and doing a home check and vetting the prospective new
owner. The fact that she currently runs an animal shelter and that we have had
many years of experience in animal welfare, which she would have known had she
bothered to just read our biographies on our web site, counted for nothing.
Clearly her nose was out of joint as we succeeded in a matter of days while she
was still nowhere near solving it.
I wish I could post the message she sent
us, but I do not want to reveal her identity. Unlike her, I did my homework and
know what she looks like and am pretty convinced that she tried to interfere
further on Monday by pitching up in the parking lot and hung around for a
while. Fortunately for her, it seemed like too much effort and she left before
the action started. Had she tried to interfere, I may have lost my cool and
said some things…
Another lady also got in on the act and
quoted her experience and made it seem like we were evil and had no right to
rescue a cat without her blessing and assistance.
Well, to these two ladies and all the other
(few) negative people out there, all I can say is that you obviously lost sight
of the goal – it is about the animal’s wellbeing, not your personal glory.
This is a phenomenon that is often found in
animal “charity” organisations; they forgot the “welfare” bit and seem to be
doing it just for their own self-gratification.
Exactly one of the reasons why we are no
longer actively involved, but rather donate money as we can and when a case
like Whiskas cross our path, we will make a difference, even if it is only one
animal at a time.
End rant, back to Whiskas, as I am sure you
want to know what happened next. On Monday, armed with a cat carrier, I went to
the parking lot, met up with the new owner and the security guy. We decided the
least stressful, for Whiskas, course of action is to place the carrier at his
usual feeding spot with his food inside and let him get in. We all kept a
respectful distance and let Whiskas set the pace. Well, until another lady
decided she knew better and despite my asking her to keep a distance and not
crowd the cat, she insisted on going up to him and play with him with a stick
which “he loves”.
That did not work, it just scared Whiskas
and this lady decided to pick him up – Whiskas does not like being picked up!
He, of course, freaked out and she nearly let go of him, which would have meant
all our efforts that day was in vain. I almost screamed at her and told her to
now keep hold and get Whiskas into the carrier, so much for minimising his
stress! Thank you interfering lady!
Once he was in the carrier he was very
upset, but by the time I got him into the car, he had settled down and did not
move a make a sound during the five minute trip to the vet. There he was warmly
received and seemed quite relaxed in the safety of his little box.
Tuesday morning he passed all his test with
a big negative (a good thing in this case) and will be going to his forever
home on Wednesday!!!!
A happy ending, for a change!