My
brother has signed on as a volunteer at the Humane Society as a Cat Socializer.
He will visit with the cats on a regular basis, giving them human attention and
if they don’t want to be ‘petted’, maybe just some supervised or assisted play
time.
I
love cats and think they are fascinating creatures.
The
following is taken from an E-mail my brother sent me about his second day of
orientation. Apparently there is a separate room where cats are taken one at a
time for social time, and a record is kept so every cat has an opportunity to
be given some love. And there’s a binder that tells the volunteer what each cat
seems to like, or not like, and which ones are ‘difficult’ and need special
handling.
Here’s
what he had to say:
So, under the watchful eye of my
guide I'm ready to pick a cat. I choose an all-white cat named
"Jasmine." I check the binder and she's okay to be picked up. Before
I go to get her I squirt some hand-sanitizer on my hands and give them a clean.
I go to her cage and start talking to her. I don't think she saw my OMHS
Volunteer badge because I think she was a bit surprised when I opened her cage.
They're used to people coming in and out of that room, but they don't usually
open the cage. But she came with me easily and we went to the other room.
Once in the room she went to the far
side away from me while I set the 15-minute timer. I grabbed a pillow and sat
on the floor. Little by little she got closer to me and did a few walk-bys as I
rubbed my hand down her back. She had a lot of fun with a feather toy on the
end a string I made dance around. So while she didn't let me touch her too
much, she did interact and play. The buzzer went off and she was returned to
her cage with a few scratches behind the ear before I closed the cage door.
Back to the room to pick my next cat.
While I look at the list I sanitize my hands again. Next up is a black and
white named "Vanna." She was easy to pick up and take to the room
where she looked around at everything in the room, including me. My guide started
the timer and said she'd leave me for a bit. "Vanna" was fun to play
with, she'd stop playing sometimes and sit or lie next to me for a few
scratches, then off again. When the buzzer went I returned her to her cage with
no problem.
So here I am about to solo for the
first time. Back to the room I pick my next cat, "Nora." Sanitize
again. Read the write-up. I opened her cage and went to pick her up. It was
really funny as it felt like she had no bones, she didn't help at all. As soon as we were in the room she went under a storage cart and hid.
I'm talking to her the whole time as I kneel down and look under the cart. I
really don't want to reach in there. So I decided to appeal to her sense of
cooperation, told her about my pal "Jumper." Nothing. I told her this
wouldn't look good if my guide came back. Nothing. I tried the feather toy,
dangling in front of the cart. Nothing.
I figured there one thing she
couldn't fight against, and that was if I lifted the cart off the ground. So I
did and she ran to the other side of the room. I put the cart back down and
moved the pillow over to block entrance to going under the cart again and laid
down. I "scratched" the pillow a few times and she eventually came
over, cautiously. The guide came back and "Nora" and I were doing
fine. When the buzzer went I picked up the cat and returned her to her cage
like an old cat pro. "Nora" immediately lay down just like I had
found her.
I’m jealous, I miss having a cat. The
Humane Society is lucky to have him as a volunteer, and the cats even more so.
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