Hello Feral Friends-
It's been a long time coming. Recent events have prompted me to look at things differently. I have to start to take some time for myself that is not CAT RESCUE related or I will surely lose my mind.
Friends have voiced concern urging me to slow it down a bit or risk losing IT completely. The problem with me, is that I have a hard time saying NO. I don't understand my own physical and mental limitations. And when I know there is a cat in need, I go running.
But there ARE limits to what I can do. And I have to sustain myself so that I CAN continue to do my Rescue work.
Some of the recent events that have spurred my decision to "GET A LIFE" include pissing off a woman who called me to take her cat who she had to "get rid" of because it had fleas and she didn't know how she would be able to manage with her baby on the way and the dog they were planning on getting. I told her that she had "no business" getting a dog (who will require going outside to potty) if she can't manage a cat's flea problem. CLICK! I might have gotten further with her had I not lost my mind on the phrase "get rid of". I hate those words! Instead of helping and making rational suggestions, I lost it and was ineffective in possibly helping the cat.
Yesterday (Saturday) I started my day by answering a call on my home answering machine from a man who I've done TNR for in the past. Kenneth is a very kind man who feeds his neighborhood cats. I ended up taking one cat named Spud (who was FIV positive) and get him into Big Sid's. But now he was calling cuz he wanted me to find homes for two other Toms in his hood. I explained myself...blah, blah, blah....need to fix them and put them back outside....blah, blah, blah.
Then....he did it....he suggested that he call
Mary to take the cats. Then just like you would see in a scene in a movie....the camera zooms into a close up of the blood in my veins boiling like water ready to make tea! I had forgotten that last Spring while I was trying to help Kenneth with a pregnant girl cat, he didn't accept my suggestion to spay the cat and rather gave the cat to the infamous cat hoarder, Mary Farris. I urged Mary to fix the cat and she didn't (of course) and the rest is history!!! I told Kenneth about Mary's failed Rescue and that the cat that he gave Mary was dead now...and so were her kittens! I probably didn't handle that as well as I should have. It was the truth, but I might have spared his feelings a bit. But I wasn't in any mental space to do that. I was in complete and utter overload!
I decided not to take any other cat calls and stuck myself on the couch for the rest of the day giving myself some mental time off! Mary Eteo (my savior) did Brooknelle duty yesterday so I didn't have to leave my house. It was the first day in 4 months that I didn't have to go to Brooknelle. It was very nice.
Last week, my best friend from college called me to tell me that she was sad that we never talk anymore. She said, "Mouse, you never have time to talk to me when I call. That hurts me". At first I was a little ticked off at her. I sometimes feel like people just can't wrap their minds around the work that I do. But it's no different than parenting children. It's labor intensive and the kids come first. That's the same with me. Though most people with children don't have their phones ringing off the hook with people asking them to take in more children. But that's neither here nor there. What I'm saying is: If you raise a family and are busy with your kids, you are respected and everyone understands that you suddenly fall off the face of the earth. And it's OK, cuz you are doing something noble...raising a family. But with the exception of YOU who regularly read this blog and fully support what I do, many people think what I do is nuts and worry about my financial future and just plain DON'T GET IT!
After I gave it some thought though, I became UNTICKED OFF at my friend and worked out a solution to help myself regain my life so that I can be more effective in my Rescue work and not completely lose my identity as Carol Manos....girl who had a life before CAT RESCUE.
It came to a head when my neighbor Jonelle called me Thursday afternoon to invite me over for burgers on the grill, Survivor, Grey's Anatomy (and likely Margaritas if I sweet talked her hubby into mixing a batch for me). I had to decline. I had post surgery cats to pick up and by 7pm, people would be coming at me from all angles bringing me cats to be fixed. I stomped my feet like a 5 year old who was denied that piece of candy that he wanted. I nearly started sobbing.
Then it came to me!!! I need to take Thursday nights off. People can still trap as many cats in 4 nights than they can in 5. If I took Thursday nights off, I could spend time with my friends Jonelle & John or Kim & Joel (who are also big Survivor fans like me). I could enjoy one sure fire FUN night of the week. If I didn't have cats to take in on Thursday, then I wouldn't have to pick up cats on Friday. Since my dear Mary Eteo takes care of Brooknelle for me now on Friday and Saturday, that would mean that I could have the weekend without having to go to tend cats till Sunday night. This means that I could possibly take a weekend off and go to visit friends in Detroit, or get away to the casino in Mt. Pleasant sometime.
I felt a sense of elation that I haven't had in a long time. I felt instantly refreshed!
Then I got a call from Gina telling me that Bruce would be gone for three surgery days this coming week. I almost started crying. I pace myself on the days that Bruce can do surgery. When he is gone and can't fix cats for me, I'm forced to take a day off. I love when he leaves cuz I don't feel
guilty about taking the day off!! It's out of my hands...out of my control. I am not failing cats. I have no choice. This is what it takes to slow me down. I need to be incapacitated in some way beyond my control to take a frickin' break.
So with my own decision not to work Thursday nights and this little three day break this coming week, I feel really good again! I feel like I may be able to talk to someone on the phone and not take their head off.
I hope this helps me be more effective in my Rescue work. I hope it give me some balance in my life so I can continue to help cats. After the last couple of weeks, I was getting to the end of my rope and leaving cat Rescue wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.
Thank you all who counseled me during my time of need. Thank you to those who gave me some tough love and good advice.
Don't even think of calling me on Thursday nights!!
: ) Carol