Last Sunday we spent the day helping out at a cattery in South Auckland.
Jaz had asked for volunteers to help overhaul the gardens and clean up the cattery that is run by a lady, nothing to do with the SPCA, who takes in wounded, tortured and unwanted cats. Of about 20 people who turned up I (and Tamsin) were among a few lucky ones who got to spend most of the day inside the cattery itself helping to clean out cages and providing as many cuddles to the poor creatures as humanly possible.
There were between 100 and 120 cats in residence, yet I was amazed at how peaceful and calm it was. Hardly any scraps happened in the 5 hours we were there. Although the "cat per square foot" ratio was very high, they mostly just sat quietly tolerating their compatriots and often lying so close that licking themselves easily involved licking several other cats too.
These cats are mostly ones that would not be easily adopted or re-homed or would be considered unsuitable for some reason. A very rewarding day.
Tamsin donating her scarf as a plaything.
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