Everything you say is true @canidmajor. He did mention the possums…but we haven’t called animal control on them in 2 years because we haven’t had a problem since then.
Then he said he didn’t know we had a cat. I was thinking, “Do you know every single person in town that has a cat?”
It’s the fact that he didn’t ask, that bothers me the most. That’s what lead to all of this….I didn’t know who was setting the traps, and for a while I was scared.
My cat ended up in solitary for 3 days and I don’t think the pound even knew they had her! I called on Wednesday, when we realized she was gone, and they said they didn’t have her. In fact, he’d taken her in the day before, on Tuesday. I didn’t get to her until Thursday.
He never apologized. Not really. He did look somewhat regretful when he realized he’d taken our cat. But he immediately started to lecture me that cats have to have shots, and have the same restrictions as dogs. His attitude was as though he was sure I didn’t know this. But healthcare is what you DO when you have animals, not just because it’s the law.
He was surprised when I said she was current on shots, and was spayed. The only thing I’d overlooked was getting her registered with the city. That never occurred to me.
Then, hours later, back at the police station, where I was talking to the captain (who made the call to waive the fees,) who called the Animal Control guy in, it was like he made some sort of veiled threat when he said “I checked the system. Your dogs haven’t been licensed with the city for 3 years.”
But one call to the vet, and within an hour they were all registered with the city, and it couldn’t have been done that fast if they weren’t all current on their shots and spayed.
I’m sure he meant well, but an apology would have been nice. Instead I felt like I got that veiled threat of hundreds of dollars in fines for not have the animals currently registered, as though to say, “Don’t make problems here…” That upset me.
Then I told him that there is a feral black cat who lives around the house across the street and between her, and this black tom who hangs around, they seem intent on providing the neighborhood with a new litter of painfully cute black kittens every three months. That’s actually where Vanta came from. For whatever reason, that momma cat put Vanta on our deck, tucked into a corner, about two years ago, and we brought her in.
What we had here was a “failure to communicate.”
You are also right to suggest let bygones be bygones. It was just an ultimate frustration that could have all been avoided if he’d just talked to us first. Which he should have done. And which I’ll bet he will do in the future.
AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE THAT CAT!!!! She’s mean to me!!! But she’s my cat.