This letter is actually going to start last Wednesday and conclude today. And, sorry, it's going to talk about more than just parrots. Actually, this one may just be a rambler. So, judge accordingly whether you want to continue or not. LOL
At the beginning of last week, Lorne and I decided that we could get a feline companion for Squeak, or we could get a canine walking companion for me. We decided to get Squeak a companion. On Wednesday, Lorne went back to the doctor about the rate at which he is recovering from the Shingles. And as an aside, the doctor said that given the severity of Lorne's attack, he is progressing well and should fully recover in three to six months. Although Lorne wasn't particularly happy with that, at least the doctor took the guesswork out of the situation. When we finished at the doctor's office, we realized that we were only a couple of blocks away from the Qualicum Cat Rescue. We went to have a look. That's our version of Elaine thinking about fostering a parrot. I say that with affection. LOL When we arrived we met the owners of the rescue and got the grand tour. What a clean, well equipped and organized rescue it is. They had only three kittens left for adoption. One was so petrified or traumatized that we never did see it. He will be going to a farm where he'll have freedom and the company of other well kept farm cats. The other two four month old kittens looked like all black twins to me. Only the behavior was different and at that not by much. Siblings, they had never been separated. I had pretty much decided to take Astor when Deb asked if we'd consider taking both Astor and Arby, whereupon Lorne agreed that they shouldn't be separated.
Astor and Arby came home with us. They now are Castor and Darby. |
| Squeak & Darby |
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Because I hadn't seen the girls on Friday, Lorne and I decided to go to the Refuge today. Lorne was going to get photos for next month's brochure and I needed to collect my stock pot and see the girls. And we took a platter of sweets in for the staff, some of whom hadn't been able to attend Friday's party. Lorne took some photos while I collected my pot, dropped off the sweets and grabbed potatoes to cook for Friday. Then we drove back to the parking lot from which we entered another door in order to get the photos of next month's bird. After Mac's photo session, Lorne went back to the van while I went to see the girls. On Friday night I was told that both Bertie and Babe were in the medical room. So, that's where I headed. A staff member was just coming out of the medical room when I arrived. She asked me if there was a bird she could bring out to me. I just said no, that I was going in to visit with my birds. The staff member said, "The manager said you are not allowed to go in there." When I said that the manager allows me to go in there, she just gave me a shrug and stayed blocking the door. I felt rocked to my very core. Yes, I was and am upset. But also, I am very angry. I don't deserve to be treated that way. Since it was the manager who had told me to feel free to go anywhere on the premises, it was rude and hurtful for her to change her mind without telling me herself. Anyway, she's the boss. I'm not going to say anything unless asked. And when I want to see the girls on Fridays I will indeed ask someone to bring them out to me. I want to be sure they are okay and let them know I care. I'll continue to cook potatoes and wash dishes and clean and rebuild toys because we're here for the birds and I love them. And I will not let one person scare me away. But as God's my witness, the manager had best not totally block my access to the girls.
I'm so sorry to end this letter on this note. I hope I can be more positive next week.
Merry Christmas! I love you.
Pat
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