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One mother making ends meet and surviving today's recession by writing. One family learning to live off the land, cut back on expenses, and to live a simpler and a more self-sufficient lifestyle.

Adopted Motto

"Eat it up,
Wear it out,
Make it do,
Or go without."
~A Pioneer Sampler, by Barbara Greenwood~

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Volunteering at the Humane Society ~ Our First Day Back

I finally caved in. My 12 year old daughter has been after me to take her back to the Humane Society to volunteer. We moved out of state and then recently back, so she was eager to start again. I had been through the volunteer training with the girls before the move, so we just needed to commit to the time again. This year it will be myself, my 15 year old and 12 year old daughters volunteering. We are starting with caring for the cats.

Upon arrival we updated our information with the Humane Society, signed in on the volunteer form, and headed to the room where the cats were. It was packed full of cats. Some sleeping, some climbing, some roaming, some grooming, and one rubbing my legs.

We armed ourselves with cat hair brushes and investigated the cats. Leaving sleeping cats sleep, we positioned ourselves in the middle of the floor and sat down to their level. Immediately my daughter's laps were full of cats. A very beautiful long haired orange and white one curled up in my 12 year- old's lap and turned her belly upright, stretching her paws out in total relaxation.

My 15 year- old's lap had two cats. One was practically sitting on the other, while another pawed at her back. A few climbed my legs and got a few belly rubs, and cuddling, and one decided to play.

My 15 year old spent over an hour trying to get the attention of an orange colored older kitten. She nick-named him "monkey". He was climbing everywhere, and very quick too. He didn't seem interested in getting attention or brushed, keeping himself distant.

We continued to brush, cuddle, and then finally ended the evening by playing ball with the frisky cats and kittens. We again sat ourselves onto the floor and rolled a plastic ball with a bell in it. Back and forth it went, while cats and kittens pounced, chased, and darted at it.

When it was time to leave, I looked at my 15 year old's lap, and low and behold, there was "monkey". He was not only getting cuddling, but he was stretched out onto his back, belly side up, and paws stretched way over his head. He was a totally different cat.

We can't wait to go back next week to see what the cats are up to. Maybe we will bring some food, toys, and blankets when we return.

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