jerrifeener

My colleague is on Jury Duty so even though I work full-time anyway I volunteered to help out. It's been a quiet few months, I thought, what could go wrong? Answer: everything! Things were quiet until my third day of a six day stint. I went into work to find that unexpectantly one of the cats had passed in the night. Snorbitz was 10/11years old and slightly overweight but otherwise he was in good health. To find him flat out first thing in the morning was a great shock but I couldn't even stop to thing about it, I didn't have time, there were 40 other cats who needed feeding, medicating and their pens cleaning. Five minutes later his body was whisked to the vet for disposal (I hate that word but what else can I say?) and the day began.

Later I received a call from my boss to ask what space we had available. A woman had been evicted and her multiple cat household needed homing instantly. 'I'll tell them we can only take one', my boss said hanging up. 10 minutes later I had another call. 'Clear out the large pen and clean Snorbitz's pen, you've got five adults and eight kittens coming in.' WTF!!! I was on my own in the afternoon and was currently doing the work of three people as the other two staff in were useless. By four o'clock they were in and settled. I was told one of them was pregnant but as I was on my own and it was late I decided to do their health checks the next day. Big mistake, I came in on thursday morning to find the pregnant one, Angel had given birth in the night! The situation was far from ideal: three of the adults and the eight kittens were in the large pen together and the kittens, although from two (now three) different litters were feeding off of the one mother! Quickly I seperated the newborn and her mother from the others and sadly found a kitten that hadn't made it in the middle of the pile of kittens (RIP little fella). Later in the day I succesfully managed to seperate the other two litters and their respective mothers - or so I thought...

This morning I realised I had made an awful mistake; one of the mother's was not producing enough milk for her kittens and the runt was doing very badly. I decided to bottle feed her but although she took to it well she was getting weaker by the hour. I was down to two choices: take the kitten away from her mother and foster it from home (although I'm exhausted I would have done it) or move her to the other mother (who is in fact this little one's Grandmother). I went for the latter which has worked out perfectly as granny included her straight away (but of course I had to stay and watch them for half an hour, hehe).

I'm now extremely happy but feel I could fall asleep any minute. I love my job but I've been doing overtime, extra days and doing the work of two, sometimes 3, people. It all worked out fine (apart from loosing Snorbitz) and I can enjoy my day off tomorrow without wondering what's going to happen. Oh, who am I kidding, I know I'm going to be stressing about what their doing - IB is in charge FFS!!!

I opened this account around 3 months ago and haven't done anything with it yet, so, while I've got the time (and more to the point while I'm bored and full of caffeine) I think I'll give it ago.

If this is anything like my MySpace account it will but updated but not necessarily on a regular basis.

:)