Very early this morning I ran into a lady who at one time worked at our local pet store and we started to talk 'kittens'. I mentioned that I was looking for a specific tunnel for them to play in and she then mentioned that she had a bunch of kittens at her home, too. I asked her if she was fostering for a shelter. What came out of her mouth next almost floored me.
She said, "Oh no, they are my cats' kittens. I have always let my own cats have one litter each so that they can experience 'mother-hood'.
Okay...now this is supposed to be a woman who is very enlightened to what is happening in shelters today with the over-population of cats and dogs and the death of millions each year in our country. She works in the pet-business, for heaven's sake. I took a deep breath and said."Have you been to our shelter lately? If not, you need to go there and see how many cats and kittens are living in over-crowded conditions waiting months for a home and that's if they are lucky. I could never let my cat have kittens for the lame reason you just gave. I think that's terrible." *dead silence* Did I really say that? Yep.
I went to the cash and she followed me and began chatting with the lady on cash. I couldn't even look at her nor speak another word. Nor did she. Her face was red. I left and wanted to scream. I'm still angry as I type this. "Grow up...lady"
Boy, did I need another cup of coffee. Hugs, Deb