Hi friends!
In fact, I wanted to write a much funnier article for our community. But my heart is filled with sadness and anxiety. And I hasten to share with you...
In early May, my friend the animal rights activist found an abandoned cat on the street. This fluffy handsome was all in plica, and also very thin and hungry. He was hunting pigeons! Since there is no official shelter in my city (this is a big problem!), the cat spent a few days in the clinic, where he was shaved and then lived on the balcony of my city apartment for about a week. He was happy to finally have his own corner and food!
I temporarily named him Kuzia in honor of the cartoon character. One of my acquaintances women from the village wanted to adopt Kuzya.
And on May 9, I decided to move to my village and at the same time give the cat to a new family. It was scary. First of all, because May 9 is Victory Day and I was afraid of Russian shelling (this is their way of celebrating). Secondly, I was afraid that the cats would scream and prevent me from driving. But everything went well. I, my mother, three of my cats, Kuza and a few begs successfully came to the village.
The next day I took the cat to a new home. The house turned out to be beautiful and spacious. There was a dog in the yard, but he lives in an aviary. There is a large garden. The roadway in front of the house is narrow and there are never fast cars.
The owneress seemed friendly and normal to me. (We only knew each other on Facebook, but we had mutual acquaintances). We decided to settle a cat in the kitchen. Let him first adapt to the house and a new person, and then gradually learn to walk on the street.
Two days later, I called and wrote a message to find out how the cat is, but did not receive an answer. I didn't pay attention to it. (Maybe this woman was a busy). Two days later I called again and wrote a few messages. And I received an answer from Mrs. S."My husband has died. The cat is fine. Good night."
Wow... This news struck me. I learned from mutual acquaintances that her husband had long been ill with oncology.
So, it was tactful of me to express my condolences and not to disturb her for a while.
A week or even more passed and I wrote her again to find out how is the cat and get its photo.
You probably know some of the first rules about adoption: 1. If new owner do not has a good relationship with a cat or have problems, he must to return it to a volunteer. 2. Periodic photos and video reports on the life of the animal are required.
So,my acquaintance called me and said that she had given Kuzia to her mother-in-law in a remote village because it was noisy in the house and scared her.
"Of course! Then please give me your mother-in-law's phone number. I want to know from her about a cat, maybe thay need help" - "I will not give you a phone number, my mother-in-law will not like it. The cat is fine."
Later I analyzed the situation and told it my friend who found a cat. It also alarmed her.
Unfortunately, there is no answer to all my messages, the "owneress" does not pick up the phone. My friend called her, but did not find out new information. I tried to go to her home (I live on a farm 3 km), but no one opened the door.
If a person has a clear conscience, then why not make contact and show where the cat is? So, there is a suspicion that the "cat's in the mother-in-law" is a fairy tale for us. Maybe Kuzia escaped or something bad happened, but we need to know the truth.
I do not want to bother these people at all. I'm not crazy, I understand that a loved one died.
However, I'd like to look into a person's eyes, look at how an animal feels, where it sleeps and what it eats. This is a normal thing for zoo right activist. If a person is annoyed by this attitude of volunteers, then why not give the cat away and "get rid" of us forever?
Ukraine wants to join the European Union, but there are still a lot of strange unconscious people in our country. I am in despair. In my country, animal protection is very low, and with the start of the war, the number of homeless animals has increased!
However,in the future I will be sure to enter into a contract for the responsible keeping of animals, which has legal force. We invest our love, strength and funds in these poor orphans. But I don't want to have 20 cats in my house... And so does my friend. That's why we put them in good hands, but it happens differently. My intuition, my love for my village let me down.
But I do not give up and continue to search for Kuzia!