|Kitten posed by model|
But first, I had a home visit today from the local Cats Protection rehoming officer whom I had contacted a couple of days ago. I have supported Cats Protection for years and think that, in theory, they do an amazing and much needed job. I haven't, however, experienced that amazingness for myself. When I was looking for the cat who became Tess all those years ago, I phoned CP but they never phoned me back. This time, I made it as far as the home visit but I think that's as far as it's going to go. I suspect that we are going to be turned down as prospective cat owners.
The visit didn't start well. The first thing that the rehoming officer said to me was, 'You're really hard to find here. No, really, you are VERY hard to find.' She sounded most annoyed. Then she gave me a limp fish handshake, marched into the house, sat on the sofa without being invited to do so, did a big hair swish (which didn't work so well on hair that was more than a bit dandelion-like in texture), and said, 'So, what did your last cat die from? Was it hit by a car?'
That set the tone for the interview. She snapped accusatory questions at me and I snapped defensive answers back at her. She insisted that the B-road that runs at the bottom of the garden was a 'very busy road' and did not seem to believe me that none of the previous cats had died of road traffic accident related injuries. She made assumptions about what I wanted - 'How many cats do you want? You'll want one. What? You want two???' and 'Do you want a cat or kittens? You'll want kittens. What? You'd rather have a cat???' We disagreed over the need to keep cats indoors at night, which is a Cats Protection requirement and which I don't feel is necessary in a semi-rural location. And she said that the house was 'quite small, isn't it?' and then was taken aback when I drew her attention to the staircase leading to the upstairs.
The interview ended with her telling me that there now would be a meeting about whether to approve me and that I'd hear 'sometime soon,' and with me telling her that it didn't sound like I was the kind of person that they were looking for and that I was happy to get my cats from the SSPCA. Bitch.
If I'm being charitable (but why should I be?), I know that she is acting from a position of passion about doing the best thing for the cats in her care. I understand the need for her to ask the questions that she was asking. It was her condescending, aggressive, confrontational way of going about it that I objected to. I also objected to her limp handshake and the way she kept swishing her hair, but perhaps that's not really relevant.
|She's much prettier than this in real life!|
Anyone see any parallels?