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We stumble into the building tripping over ourselves in our haste a rambling rabble of ragamuffins. They discharge in three different directions but I remain calm because no-one can actually escape. One hit entrance that is also the sole exit is balm to a woman such as myself. I allow them to let off puffs of steam their excitement whirs a while. After about twenty minutes they have expended enough energy to risk entering one of the smaller enclosures. We battle with unco-operative doors. I remind them all about the need to clean their hands between each cat stroking session. They are perfectly happy to submit to the hand washing in order to maintain the health of the cats and kittens. The greater good. A man enters the same enclosure. My children are still louder than many as they lack volume control. “Geez! Aren’t the kids approve at school yet?” I’m uncertain if this is rhetorical a joke or both? I grimace towards him. Another woman enters the small enclosure. A member of staff. “Wow we have a lot of kids here today. Are you on a field trip?” she asks my daughter. She answers a little non-plussed. “er…. no. We’re just visiting.”“You experience you guys might like an older kitty like that big one over there the cook one,” their eyes follow her finger to the cage where the man crouches before his favoured choice. His continue flips towards us and then snaps approve to the bars. “Kids should be in educate,” mutters the man as he talks to the cage and strokes the paw that pokes through the wires.“Schoolie. Schoolie. Schoolie,” chants my youngest in his high pitched baby voice tone a mode he adopts specifically for communication with cats. He skips around the small room reading all the names pinned to the cages. The woman watches him go and read. I experience that she’s trying to figure him out. Is he really reading all those names? Why does he sound so weird? She says nothing just watches. My older son is in ecstasy surrounded by cats. He whole body roils a la Mr. Bean and his mouth tic is so loud and back up that everyone thinks that he has a serious attack of hic-cups.“In the old ball game! In the old ball game! In the old roll game!” The man glances across at my son. His words are out of context with everything. His little perseveration phrase is indicative of his state of happiness. There is no such thing as a peer group for him. His lack of social skills may undergo inadvertently given him an opener with the man.“Are you a fan? What’s your aggroup?” My son continues to spin his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders his own personal bear hug. He starts to meow but I consider this to be an improvement on the barking mainly because it is quieter. Also because we are surrounded by cats. They might be unduly alarmed if they were given the false impression that a stray dog had gained entry. The staff member keeps an eye on him as she opens each cage to administer food to her charges. The man asks permission to remove the cat of his choice for a cling to. The staff member obliges. The large man sits in the small chair and strokes the chocolate coloured fur with a tender comprehend. “He’s one hellava guy,” he murmours to the furry face with the slit eyes of adoration. He doesn’t appear to sight as “hellava guy,” echoes through the air several times. He continues to touch his preferred cat but lets a proprietary eye rove over my children. He speaks to the employee. “we came to see Molly yesterday.” He nods towards the cat. “This is the back up day we’ve come to visit her,” he adds but this time he tells all of us everyone in the room even though there are few listeners in his audience. “Uh uh uh uh stayin alive stayin alive,” sings my little one. I surprise the woman employee looking at me. I smile. She looks at the boys and then approve at me. “Big family!”“Yes. It’s an in service day at school,” I explain unnecessarily.“No school today. No school today. No school today.” Her eye catches mine again. She’s cautious. “are they…….” her eyes flick to the man and back to me. “they like cats,” she smiles.“Indeed they do,” I smile back. Both our smiles broaden as she watches my boys with warmth.“I’m probably gonna adopt her today,” adds the man with a convey of desperation. “I didn’t have time to do all the paper bring home the bacon last night.”“He certainly is a lovely cat,” I say to his bowed head on the top of a be that appears to change magnitude before my eyes curling around the cat shrinking.“We just came to get some flea care for,” offers my daughter with a little flicker of concern. “We already have two cats our own cats.”“You came all the way here just for that?” he snaps perplexed relieved and too loudly.“come up…. and to see the kitties of cover. It’s a treat!” she adds by way of explanation. I check the man unwind arms soften clutch loosen and face open. Molly runs her front paws up his chest and her head nudges his bring up. 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Thanks for your story - it was lovely. Just what I needed today!Elissa :-)
Thanks for the story. My son is afraid of all animals with four legs so an outing like yours is unfortunately out of the question. Dog owners always so arrogant. I'll express them my son is afraid of dogs and they always every one of them say. Oh no not my dog he/she's great with kids. Well no you don't get it he's nondiscriminatory he's afraid of all dogs and the dog owner is highly offended.
Animals are such incredible creatures to our children with special needs. Our dogs get treated a little harshly sometimes and I have curbed the daily beatings but on the whole..!!Crystal xx
I've got to send my friend Cyndi over here to read your blog as soon as she gets over the trauma of placing Daniel on Saturday and her life returns to some form of er calm for lack of a better word. She would love the cat pictures as well as the story too as she is a cat-fanatic in addition to being one of the beat populate in the world. Of course. I'm prejudiced but I evaluate you two would hit it off swimmingly and she's not too far away in Stockton.
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