I probably have more fights in me, but started (fighting for rights) late in life and have other responsibilities. Food has always been a passion and now that I have someone to cook for, it is a necessity. That doesn’t always make it fun.
Animal welfare has always been a concern and I’ve volunteered in that regard for 20 years. Still, young bucks will question me when I say there’s a problem with my Betta. Yes, he lost a fin last Friday.
One helps out and does what others will not do, like carry anesthetized feral cats to their crates and notice they have tapeworms so take them back to surgery for a prescription knowing they could awaken any moment and disfigure me or worse, get loose in a parking lot.
People won’t say it but wonder why I took over the Animal Control shift with the cats owned by the local pet organization that are housed at the local box store.
I wanted to do it on a temporary basis, but they don’t understand an educated, 50 year-old woman who is OK with cleaning litter boxes and making sure the cats are socialized and have a clean space so that they can find a good home.
After years of campaigning for pet owners’ rights as taxpayers I still don’t find acceptance. I still keep helping shelter animals and always will, no matter where we live, but someday will achieve acceptance. No reward is needed, acceptance into a volunteer cadre will suffice as I’ve created and managed many volunteer crews in the past and no-one knows and no-one cares that I even exist in this current volunteer organization.
“Thank You” would be enough. I don’t have cats because my husband is allergic, but I clean cat boxes, for fun? No, because it needs to be done.
The only thing this volunteer organization did for me is make me sign a liability waiver so that if I get run over my a moose while tending the cats it’s my fault. Bravo, look what the legal system has done to charitable organizatons.
Acceptance and thanks, not questioning and signing away rights. I think I should quit tomorrow, and call Animal Control for a replacement. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
The three kittens (two white with Siamese, one orange Tabby) were sleepy last week and one was sick. I took it to get care. Now all three were very awake and wanted yet averted human contact. I got all their nails clipped but have many wounds and looking like a murderer with literal blood on my hands, I was sent home to soak in hydrogen peroxide and treat with Neosporin. Dee
ps Last week they were sleepy because they’d all been neutered that day, at a local vet. Now they are themselves, whoever that might be,