Oh my word, today was a nice afternoon.
As I was getting things together for an upcoming online fundraiser, the lyrics to “One Sweet Day” by Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men kept going through my head.
At the Cumberland Valley Animal Shelter, we’re anticipating kittens. Lots and lots of kittens. We are on the cusp of what shelters around the nation call “kitten season.” That’s where the adult cats start to bring us a whole bunch of kittens.
I spoke a number of times over the years with the Leadership of Franklin County group and they are so much fun. Before COVID, we had an actual tour of the shelter and last year, we had a virtual tour.
I was on the phone with a volunteer whom I hadn’t spoken to in ages the other day, and she came up with an idea that I had to put down on paper.
I saw something I hadn’t seen a while the other day. I was stopped for a school bus and had to wait while two young boys got off the bus.
In the world of television streaming services, it’s pretty easy to get sucked under. Man, there are a lot of options out there, aren’t there?
I stumbled across an article the other day that has resulted in my need for a crazy cat lady rant. You might want to strap in.
You know, I think Thanksgiving 2020 is going to need to be particularly special. With everything that’s happened this year, taking time to be grateful may be more important than ever.
There are moments throughout my days when I have to stop and marvel at how very much has changed in our world. Especially in terms of technology.
There are moments when I tell people that I hope I am reincarnated as a pet in their home. They chuckle, but little do they understand my seriousness.
I don’t want to get too metaphysical with this one, but I have to ask: when you get messages on two separate occasions from two separate sources, do you tend to take notice?
I was talking the other day with a friend who adopted a cat from us two years ago. She said how wonderful her four-legged friend has been for their family, and she was surprised how long the cat had been at the animal shelter before they adopted her.
When I was first let inside the house, I thought I’d hit the big time. The people that had been feeding me smiled, opened the door and I walked inside. I slept in a bed for the first time in my life.
I was talking the other day with our senior Animal Care Technician who is also our animal behaviorist, and she thought it might be a good idea to mention the possibility of separation anxiety in dogs.