It’s pretty quiet at the start of my Maddie’s shift – a relief given all noise elsewhere, from pounding downstairs at home to tearing up nearby streets to the Blue Angels (here for their annual waste of fuel and frazzling of sensitive creatures small and large).I enjoy some stereo cuddling with Sophie and Sarge, an all black 2 year old pair. He’s a bit bigger and she has a tiny white spot, but otherwise they are near identical, both lanky, friendly and sweet. They stand at shoulder level, each purring and nuzzling. They’re playful too; Sarge is particularly adept at scouting out toys.
A mom and teen daughter are looking for a new kitty to go with their cat at home, whom they describe as standoffish. Sounds like a normal cat, in other words, but we discuss which of several half grown kittens might alienate her the least.
I spot a young woman with no paperwork but a palpable longing interacting with several kitties in the hall. I ask if she wants to help me socialize a frisky kitten who’s gone several days without a volunteer visit, and she happily agrees. She’s recently moved here and misses the cat she left with her parents, but can’t have a cat in her apartment.
Several noisy families and talkative groups converge, most not serious adopters. It’s a little challenging for our shy kitties, like sweet Daisy and Durga. But the general enthusiasm in contagious. This is just my regular volunteer gig – but for the young couple here to take home their first kitten together, it’s a red letter day.
I chat with some adults and kids about favorite cats before getting ready to go. I came for the peace and quiet, but leave the place buzzing with activity as I head out for the evening’s hopefully noisy-in-a-good-way Giant’s game.
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