Closed for the Summer

 I closed the nonprofit business I run for the summer.   

I've encountered too many mean and/or lying people lately to continue currently.

It's too much for me.  I don't have to do this, help people get their cats fixed for nothing.  

Actually I've done it to help the cats, but it does also help the people who care for them.

However, the bullying, the entitlement, the lying, its gotten to the point I can't survive it.

Not to mention the sadness.

The latest, well not exactly the latest, but last night was horrible.  I'd gotten notice from SCR they had a barn home for two boys.  I dutifully texted the 7-11 manager about it, who said nothing about any changes there, but instead said she wouldn't be there last night but hoped for trapping succes and sent videos of the cats left as she fed them.

Well everything had changed, although I didn't know it til I'd been there an hour.  The new owners, unknown to me, there only a couple of weeks, stormed out and started yelling at me.  I'd caught Twilight again, thank goodness, one more out, but they ordered me off their property, that I was never to return, said they had had multiple complaints about the cats, threatened to call the police if I didn't leave instantly, told me I was not to be back on that property ever again.  

I was in shock.  Dumbfounded.  I tried to explain I had been given permission by their manager then.   They retorted they had no manager.  I named her.  They said they'd fired her.  WTF!!!!   Why hadn't she told me this, like the day before when I was texting her about going up last night to catch two of the fixed boys for a barn home.

I only got in a few more words.  I said "Kindness is a virtue".  They were chasing me off  like I was an unwanted stray cat.  I collected my gear and left.  I couldn't drive home though.  I was shaking too badly, so I sat for awhile in the thriftway parking lot.

I thought about the hundreds, actually more like thousands, spent there to solve that, and the dozens upon dozens of hours.  And the complete lack of gratitude or even kindness shown to me for doing that.  I guess its more like I don't want to have to sneak around to do what I do, or constantly take flack from people, online and in person, defend myself.  But that's what its become.  Even when I talk to my own family, which isn't often, if I say I'm tired from trapping, I can hear the eye rolls going on.  

I thought then about getting 19 cats fixed there in the process and most of those out to safety and felt better but not better in my relation to the people in this area.  They're not good to me.  I get used and duped and lied to and about.  WTF.  I don't have to do this.

I texted the "manager" who admitted she was no longer manager but claimed to still work there.  I have no idea if that is truth or lie.   WTF.   

I'd left a trap at a house in Lebanon.  The people who contacted me were frequent fliers, had lived in Waterloo, at the bad property where all the addicts were living.   I'd left a trap with them there once for a female that they never set.  Now they're in Lebanon.  So I was skeptical and sure enough they didn't set the trap but instead tried to force the cat in by hand and that of course went south.  So I told them I'd be up to get my trap tomorrow and they replied how rude I am.   Great.  No more will I take this off people.

I don't have to do this.  For at least the summer, I won't be doing this.