Forgive me for sneaking this on what is supposed to be a financial website but I had to share this picture of my two Washington Humane Society kitties with you all and swear it's somewhat relevant.
Buck (left) was adopted at 2 months old right after I moved into my new DC condo, and Cash (right) was adopted about a week ago (Buck and Cash, get it?). I didn't mean to adopt two cats (bringing the total to 3 with old ass BooBoo in our mix, who I inherited after my mom died last year) but Buck was terrorizing the old girl and needed a playmate. Thanks to an Empty the Shelter event just before I wandered in for kitten number 2, Cash was really the only adoptable cat left at the NY Ave animal care facility, but just so happened to be the perfect addition to our mix. These two took to each other immediately and are inseparable. I mean absolutely inseparable, they don't even use the litter box without the other patrolling within inches. It's the ultimate cat bromance and I crack up every time I catch them prowling the house together. Right, crazy cat lady.
All this to say you can make a difference in the lives of animals who need love, affection and care. The staff at the Washington Humane Society are amazing and went out of their way to assure both new cats were brought into the right situation. I have never met a cat as well-socialized as Buck (he might be a puppy in disguise as he plays fetch, loves the car and hates most things fishy), and it is due to the hard work of WHS staff and volunteers that their animals are so well-adjusted for this cruel world of ours. I did not have to train him at all, and he is loyal, loving and mostly well-behaved. You know, for a kitten. Some things you just have to let go, like shredding up my cheap bonded leather chair. That's what I get for buying that cheap ass chair.
Who knows where these two started out (I believe Buck was found in an apartment complex with the rest of his litter somewhere in DC and Cash was surrendered due to a "landlord issue") but all that matters is we have each other.
Because if you can't trust your best friend to lick your ass, who can you trust?
If you are in DC, support WHS here. Give your time, your money or even your unused pet items like toys, blankets and food. Without the generosity of fellow Washingtonians, moments like the one above wouldn't be possible. The Washington Humane Society is supported almost entirely by private contributions, don't be fooled by those tear-inducing Humane Society of the United States ads with
If you are not in Washington but still would like to help our shelter animals here have a comfortable life while they are waiting to meet their future owners, please visit the WHS Amazon wish list to gift goodies to animals in need.
I don't expect the government of DC to foot any of these bills since they haven't chipped in on the $5 million "water drinkability" project happening just down the street from my house, though the federal government kicked us down a few bucks for the cause (like the whole $5 million). Like anyone here actually drinks the water. And I don't expect the Humane Society of the US to help since it's more concerned with turning everyone vegan than it is with matching me - an adopter who can afford to keep her pets in this shitty ass economy - with an animal that needs a place to crash. That's a shame.
Shelters around the country have suffered increased number of animal drop-offs due to broke people not being able to care for their animals but I can't see that happening right now in DC. We have (warning: estimate) metric shit tons of money. It's everywhere. It reminds me of San Francisco circa 1999 with the dot-commers blowing shit up around town. Sure I've seen people dropping off animals as I'm picking mine up but it's a major metropolitan area with a lot of pet-unfriendly units, that's no shock. One potential landlord in NE wanted to charge me a $500 pet deposit. Really? For my one old ass cat that doesn't do anything? That's hostile.
Anyway, don't worry about these two, they are in good hands for the next 15 - 20 years. Trust me, spoiled rotten already. What other cats do you know who get raw bacon and chicken livers for dinner?
My landlord in SE allows me to have my cats, it makes me a much happier renter. Plus I'm forced to clean up all the time, it's a win-win.