I went and volunteered a shift at the cat shelter with my son and his wife this afternoon. The orientation was last week. One training shift down and three more, then I’ll be an official regular volunteer. The crew on Sunday evenings are so friendly and laid back. It’s also very clear they are passionate about taking care of this passel of purrers. There’s just as much time socializing with the cats and the other humans as there is the cleaning part.
Update from my 10/11/18 post, “Arthur”, he is now living in a foster home! YAY! So many times, they are “failed fosters” in that the family ends up adopting them. Prayers were answered.
Those furbabies stir up my feelings. If they don’t have homes right now, this free-roaming shelter is the next best place for them to be. What strikes me most is how magnanimously they accept their current circumstances.
I just wrote this blitz poem , not knowing where it would lead. The blitz poem is a way to get things out at a subconscious level, but aside from that they are meant to be read out loud — fast. I give you, “Well of Feelings” (which is specifically dictated by the form). I also randomly found the spaced out and cool video included here.
take it easy
take it well
well I guess
well so deep
them over there
them over where?
where and why?
where in the sky?