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Indeed, this weekend’s show was cer­tainly dis­ap­point­ing on the first day, not only for us but for all the other artisan-vendors we talked with.? I thought all day that there didn’t seem to be the atten­dance I was accus­tomed to see­ing, and both Diane and Lisa con­firmed it.? I do not even think we have made the booth fee back, not once the charge for the elec­tri­cal ser­vice is added in.

On the other hand, the “Wonkies for the Kit­ties” has to be con­sid­ered a huge suc­cess.? Min­cot donated her wonky pro­ceeds to the cause as well, and many peo­ple were quite will­ing to drop a dol­lar or two in the Good Mews can and pick out a wonky bead.

We have def­i­nitely got­ten a lot of atten­tion, par­tic­u­larly from Min’s neck­laces — she hasn’t sold any of them but they do catch people’s eye, and that pulls them over to the booth.? A lot of folks have asked if we are local (yes), if we teach (yes, but not lam­p­work­ing, but we know who does teach lam­p­work­ing), and if we have web­sites (oh, yeah!).? So I guess once I’m back from the show, I can push to get some stuff pho­tographed and up on the website/Etsy/eBay as well as con­vert some beads to fin­ished work for the GPC show.

It’s all about mak­ing con­tacts and get­ting your name out there, after all.? Build it and they will come — hey, it worked for The Glass Haven.

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Dominique has been one of my favorite cats at Good Mews from the time I started vol­un­teer­ing there. She’s a cute, friendly lit­tle can­cer sur­vivor — she had a tumor removed from the top of her head, and the vet was not sure they could get it all so she has to be care­fully mon­i­tored for signs of a recurrence.

Dominique

I was so happy when she was adopted last fall, though I knew I would miss her. What a nasty shock a few weeks ago to find her back in an Intake cage on a Fri­day morn­ing!!! Yes, she had been returned. Why? It seems that her human wasn’t too happy about her occa­sional claw­ing of the fur­ni­ture and jump­ing up on tables and countertops.

Excuse me??? HELLO??? She’s a CAT, fer pete’s sake!!! If you don’t give her a good scratch­ing post of course she’s going to claw some­thing else, and as for jump­ing up on top of things, well, guess what? That’s what cats do.

Dominique, I’m sorry your home didn’t work out, but those folks didn’t deserve you, and I’m glad to have you back to cuddle!

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Dono­van, our “secu­rity guard” cat, had been find­ing him­self ban­ished to the bed­room when I was torch­ing. He kept dis­tract­ing me by yowl­ing con­stantly to be let out onto the patio, and even try­ing to sneak out the win­dow where the propane line comes in and the exten­sion cord for the kiln goes out (the screen is ajar to pro­vide access for those items). Need­less to say, those kinds of dis­trac­tions when you are try­ing to con­trol molten glass and keep from burn­ing your­self are a very, very bad thing.

The last two times I’ve been work­ing, though, I haven’t had to have DH shut him in the bed­room. He’s learn­ing that if he stays away from the win­dow, and keeps rea­son­ably quiet, he can sit by the screened door (the fresh air intake) and at least smell all the lus­cious smells of the out­side world. Even Dono­van, cer­tainly not the bright­est cat in the world, is appar­ently educable!

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Rinky was adopted from Good Mews as a kit­ten. Nine years later, she was returned because Grandma was mov­ing in with the fam­ily and Grandma is highly aller­gic to cats.

How­ever, Rinky’s human brother, who had grown up with her, now is a law stu­dent in Miami and does not live with the rest of the fam­ily. When he found out, after the fact, that Rinky had been returned, well, he basi­cally went bal­lis­tic. He was imme­di­ately on the phone to Shan­non (our shel­ter man­ager) to tell her that this was a mis­take and that HE intended to come get Rinky ASAP. He fol­lowed up the call with a faxed let­ter (which I read in Rinky’s folder) that was heart­warm­ing. Rinky was imme­di­ately put on hold to await his arrival.

The fol­low­ing Sat­ur­day, Rinky’s “brother” arrived, cat car­rier in hand, not ten min­utes after we opened. He had flown up from Miami the night before and was fly­ing back that night, WITH Rinky. Dad was with him, so evi­dently they had set­tled their dif­fer­ences. I was han­dling another adop­tion (Gabby, to a past vol­un­teer who had wanted to adopt her years ago and felt finally in a posi­tion to do so), so I didn’t wit­ness the reunion back in Intake. At one point, though, I had to go ask Karen a ques­tion, and saw Rinky’s cage door open, with Rinky lying there with her head in her “brother’s” hand and him scritch­ing her. She’s clearly going to be well cared for and spoiled rot­ten down in Miami for the rest of her life, rather than being one of the crowd at Good Mews.

I love a happy story!

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(Cross-posted on The Angry Man­drel lam­p­work­ing board)

We had to pick up cat food and lit­ter this after­noon, so we stopped at Pets­Mart. The res­cue soci­eties were out in full force — so many adorable dogs and cats, pup­pies and kittens…each with a story more heartwrench­ing than the one before. The boxer mix whose fam­ily wouldn’t give him the atten­tion he needed; the chi­huahua mix who was tied to a tree in the yard and kept break­ing loose and run­ning away; the Yorkies that had been abused by their pre­vi­ous owner; the teenaged mama cat and her kit­tens that had been aban­doned — and many, many more. I started cry­ing when we got back in the car.

In the past week at the shel­ter where I vol­un­teer, we had a “door dump” aban­doned because her owner could no longer care for her, a cat adopted almost four years ago returned because her own­ers “no longer had room for her,” and worst of all, three babies, barely three weeks old, that had been found in the wall of a house being demol­ished. The young woman who found them had taken them home, but her par­ents would have noth­ing to do with it — the mother very vehe­mently told our shel­ter man­ager that if she wouldn’t take them they would just be dumped off at the Wal-Mart up the road. So they are now in the care of one of our vol­un­teer fos­ter par­ents, one of my fel­low clean & feed shift mem­bers who was sup­posed to be tak­ing a break from fos­ter­ing because of recent illness/death in the fam­ily. Now she has these three kit­tens, who must be syringe-fed every few hours.

I feel so angry and frus­trated and help­less to do enough. All these ani­mals want is food and water and shel­ter and some­one to love, and to love them back. I would not have sur­vived the last decade with­out my IrisKitty and Sarah­Cat. It is so totally beyond my com­pre­hen­sion that peo­ple can be so hurt­ful and cruel, espe­cially to those who look to us for care and com­pan­ion­ship, and give so much back in return.

I am not a reli­gious per­son but I pray there is a spe­cial hell for those who abuse ani­mals and children.

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