Report to whom?
This is the problem...the Animal Sanctuary...the term sticks in my throat actually...is under the auspices of the I.S.P.C.A...
The Irish equivalent of the R.S.P.C.A.
The I.S.P.C.A. are supposed to provide support and funding...help organise volunteers and fundraising...
The only people I've ever met who have a position in the I.S.P.C.A are jumped up eejits who'd loathe getting fur on their trousers and have never emptied a litter box in their lives and have no intention of beginning now...
Remember I wrote once about trying to find some Donkeys straying in the forest? With a dozy prat of a girl? She was the I.S.P.C.A. Inspector for the entire Connaught region...
The little Staffie we found on the bog one day? We took him to the Treasurer of the local branch and she refused point blank to take him in...I told her I'd let him out on the main road then...it was only then she agreed...very reluctantly indeed...and I had to shut him in her bathroom...she wouldn't touch the poor little bugger...
So reporting the scraggy cats with runny eyes and snotty noses...the stinking litter trays and the crusty feeding dishes... isn't really going to be an option.
When I used to go out with Maureen, picking up feral cats and Foxes and maggot ridden sheep, among many other assorted waifs and strays...we'd all too often share the animals out between us rather than deliver them to the various shelters...sweet talk Vets into giving us the free samples of meds they'd been given by Reps...I'd bat my eyelashes at handsome young Vets and be given syringes and spray-on bandages and instant lessons on how to inject a wriggling spitting cat or how to pick up an injured Fox without getting my hand bitten off...
But the I.S.P.C.A. refused point blank to give us any funding...they paid Maureen petrol money for a week...then withdrew it because she 'took it upon herself to catch straying animals'...