I haven't checked for a while but I think I will. John
i know i wish i could do more. is there still an icq?
I used to speak to the Russian lady through an old format called "ICQ". We used it a lot in the pre-FaceBook days. I learned a lot of interesting details about other countries that way, and how they felt about us. More so I think than I do from FaceBook. She would live in a motel while she worked but then go home for periods of time. I saw her less and less frequently and finally lost touch with her altogether, probably when she went on one of her vacations. Then I think gradually, everybody moved away from ICQ.
I tried getting back on ICQ a few years ago but had trouble with the download and didn't feel like fighting it. I may have to try again.
People like us always wish we could do more but of course, even the richest people in the world couldn't do it all. Added to that, we have to provide our own homes and make the ones we love as comfortable as we can, however many legs they have. John
Do you know what ever happened to the Russian lady and her cat?
That was nice of you to say. :) Funny,no matter how much I give to a charity or do for them I always feel like it was not enough and feel bad for not doing more.
Yesterday while delivering supplies and food at the God's Love shelter (for people) I saw someone there with a dog. I asked about the dog and if they have animals with people there. I found out that homeless people with animals are not turned away and since they also take in families who lose a home (special section with I assume what is like apartments) they have many dogs and cats there. Now I know I need to also bring them cat and dog food on my monthly visits.
Also, at the Petco yesterday I was visiting the cats there for adoption (from a shelter called Wild About Cats, another shelter I donate to here) and there was a lovely little black and white kitty with a sign that said she was new and not yet ready for adoption. I backtrack a bit now by also saying that yesterday was the "Free pics of your pet with Santa day" there. Okay, so when I went to the bars and called her name she came out fron under the shelf and right to me, rubbing my fingers with her head. SHe was so sweet. Then suddenly she looked terrified and ran back under the shelf, her puples huge so you could see how scared she was. I looked behind me and shuffling across the floor was Santa. He went into the grooming door and the kitty came back out to me. As soon as Santa came out again she ran. This repeated several times. Poor thing. I am assuming barking dogs where there and lots of people earlier and she heard the noise and saw Santa each time. It made me feel so sad. :(
David and the CoolCyberCats
Some years ago, I used to speak online with a young lady in Russia who worked for an American oil company. (Who knew?) She had adopted a cat whose ears had been frozen off. I can only imagine that's a common problem where she lived. I learned a lot from her about her culture there. I had just read Mikhail Gorbachev's book "Perestroika" and talked to her a bit about it. She hadn't read it but asked me what I thought of it. I said it sounded like Gorbachev just blamed us for everything that went wrong there and she insisted, "No, trust me, it wasn't all your fault." Told me she needed a second income and I suggested she teach English, as hers was impeccable, (at least her typing was) and she said pretty much everybody there already spoke English. (Again, who knew?) She went on a state sponsored vacation and they sent her to Turkey, where she said they treated her terribly and she had no doubt it was because she was Russian. This was all about the time of the big changeover there and it just really threw me off balance to hear her opinions and what it was like there.
And of course, there was her beautiful, earless, gray kitty that reminded me so much of Van Gogh. Van Gogh of course, is only missing part of an ear and I have no idea why, as she was born and adopted all in the summer. After a couple of years, she has no idea what it is to be cold, although she may well remember hunger from those early days.
Being a shelter manager, (human or 4 legged) would have to be an emotionally difficult, pehaps agonizing job. We already wish we could save the whole world and work like that would be a non-stop, constant, minute to minute reminder that we just can't. I'd bet that when you walk into one though, their eyes must light up as I'm sure they can see see the faint glow of a halo hanging over you. John
I gave $100 more to the local Petco charities to help local shelters (that makes about $500 the last month) and did my monthly run to the local homeless shelter (people) and brought them about $300 in supplies and food and clothes and donated $250 to a shelter I found in Kalispel MT kittymomsrescue.
I wish I could get a job as a shelter manager and it could support me, but alas I do not think that will happen. :/
The season is not over yet....
To all the shelters and charities I support and wish I could... Merry christmas!