Bunny George

[Pipp]

Because I'm working (as a journalist) on a story about Bunny George (and quite likely a separate oneabout the SPCA), I figured I'd start amassing the old posts and other info, and adding to it, it here.

This is a letter George wrote to SARS and the SPCA last March. The SPCA called SARS, they knew it was 'only' crazy old George, but they still came for a visit. (I;m looking for that post).

Here's his letter: He's pretending to be a vet in Washington State. (And he managed to dig up a cellphone number for one of theSARSvolunteers,which concerned Lisa).


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dear lisa and company: I must shock you, as i was to hear that one of my best 'animal experts" and former pet rescuer, from the usa, as well as new in canada, has been bludgeoned , tortured and taken for an Idiot by Sorelle, (her usual name), XXXXXX, of vancouver, BC. She is a very Sick b****, and has fooled everyone on earth, with her bright smile, and charm, that is in public. Behind closed doors, in her 'House" perhaps a half way joint for rescued pets, that's OK, by me, i mean the house, all that, she becomes a Jeckyl and Hyde, and tortures her 3 bunnies, whom i have seen, and makes them sick, cower, and feeds them, no proper pellet diet, while the pellets sit all over the sloppy kitchen talbe all night. She claims that (Veterinarians are stupid, for one thing, and that she is an doctor, herself, somehow. ) she feeds them dirty, old twigs, and Ridicules them, as they are scared and huddled in the corners, and chases them with cats, and hateful glares from her old head.
She is about 45 years old, and looks Persian, mixed with some Jew, and carries herself as though she is always a war hero, holding the enemies head before her. Her glasses bely her deep hate of animals and men, and everything innocent, including infants and babies and bunnies. OLd, rancid hay, and glaring lights on all night, while she is sitting by her "office computer" and "writing a big successful novel" and eating all night. her poor victim, mr. T.X, l shall call him, has been taken for his rent money, and she spent it on something 'secret" in her room, never really "paying actual rent" to the slumlords, who don't know her secret agenda, and believe her hate of her x husband, all translated to everyone else lately, a sick woman in absolute denial. She will use the authorities, when she has no alternative to extort and hold back and Discovery of her house and future plans to leave with the bunnies in hell, or sold. She has been slandering mr. T.X. for weeks and stickingher nose into everything she never needed, and calling herself a former "journalist" in Los Angeles, where her sister supposedly lives in Hollywood, as an agent, or something. who cares, at this point. She has damaged a real important reputatiion and embarrassed an innocent client for life. She has broken hearts of pets, and client alike and laughs outloud at their pain that she has caused for entertainment. You may contact me by e mail, if need be, but i am not asking for her Deportation. thankyou very much. J.Q.Hennessy. VMD., tacoma.

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Here'san exchange between me and Lisa:

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From: Snews [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Thursday, March 15, 2007 3:55 PM
To: Lisa Hutcheon
Subject: RE: email from George??

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LOL! Too funny! I’m actually quite charmed, he throws a few compliments my way – which he never does when he’s here.

George is … well, a long story. First and foremost, he is my friend, then and now. He is obviously mentally ill – he’s a textbook paranoid schizophrenic, although more recently I’m beginning to suspect he actually has multiple personalities. He is harmless, other then his rants and emails when he’s having an ‘episode’.

While he’s here with the bunnies, he’s mostly fine, but when something sets him off and causes the paranoia (or the emergence of another personality?), this is the result. Making him leave was pretty traumatic for him, he had really bonded with my bunnies – plus he had the stability of a ‘home’ for the first time in years.

Actually, the only thing that bothers me is that the SPCA would take this seriously! And especially if they already talked to you and knew about ‘Bunny George’, why on earth would they waste their time with something obviously this insane?

Anyhoo, sorry it caused you concern, but its just George. (Or at least someone inside George’s head).

Oh, and Google brought up Joanna’s cellphone number, so that mystery is solved.

sas


-----Original Message-----
From: Lisa Hutcheon [mailto:LHutcheon xxxxx]
Sent: Thursday, March 15, 2007 4:02 PM
To: Snews
Subject: email from George??

When they called (SPCA) I told them I thought the email and call was probably from him but wanted to check with you & Dawn first....I left her a message as well but didn't speak to her yet.
I told them that he was crazy and not to take it serious but I guess to cover their ass legally they have to follow up on all reports? I also told them I knew you as you fostered and adopted from us so what he was saying was insane.
I just hope he cools his jest soon as he's obviously sending out stuff with our names attached in them so who knows who he'll get it to and who might read it....that's what worries me...all I need is to spend time saying SARS does not torment their animals (eyes rolling)



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From: Snews [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Thursday, March 15, 2007 4:18 PM
To: Lisa Hutcheon
Subject: RE: email from George??[/align]
[align=left]LOL! Yeah, I hope my darling husband doesn’t see this. (We’re actually still married and get along fine, so not sure where George got that one from). And George never paid rent. Talk about vivid hallucinations.

The ‘scared and huddling in corners’ bit is really hilarious, and explains some of the comments the SPCA guy made when, as usual, Dill and Sherry greeted him at the door and kept following him around tugging at his pant leg.

If need be, George (or one of the Georges) has offered to send an email standing up for us.

sas


He got back in touch with Lisa a couple of weeks later...


>dear lisa or whomever: i just happened to notice the very extreme look-alike to Hoppy the stolen bunny, and 2 others i have seen, in my time in BC. First of all, the Kennel Kab , is exactly the type I once used in the STATES, when i had 25 show bunnies, and not on a Walmart lot, in an old car. In fact my pet bunnies were more secure, all the time, and often in my own car, a stock racer, with a 440 cu. engine, and everything electric. I often took my pets for rides and not just to the local market. i mean for hundreds of miles, and for real shows, with my family or alone, and they learned a new trick. ONE, bunny who i did not "sex" (check for male/femal gender) that almost looks exactly like Hoppy, is in the home of Sorelle, your good friend, and that bunny gets "baby food, and junk" to eat, more often than not. A blank look in its eyes at all times. I cannot verify where that particular bunny actually did come from, in reality, but Sorelle, sure worries about it, i mean its
> isolation and handles it like a 2 year old would handle a toy; With computers whirring all night and being forced to restrain itself all of its life, and in the bedroom, i guess i would also have a blank look, if i were in its position, long enough. I was once a prisoner in a jail, and in no way did i get treated like i was totally a fool, nor isolated all of my life nor the proper diet. that would be illegal in any jail in the western continent. I am also a past VET TECH who has a reputation of KNOWING what a bunny is all about. I am trying to figure out how "hoppy" would have gotten to Nelson and Burrard so fast, unless by car or bus, in a cardboard box. Trust me, these mini bunnies attract my eye. I have personally purchased Rabbit pellets and for sorelle, and she trashed them, later, as just so much nothing. Typical. I would not feed my pet bunny junk , nor baby food, nor twigs that landed in my house, nor rotten vegetables from the trash, nor hay, exclusively, or i
> could not pretend to be an expert at anything. It apparently is up to yourselves to figure out what to do, not really me, and whose bunny is whose, or if it was actually stolen and Re transferred later. I am not accusing her of being an outright thief, only rather out to lunch and incompetent to care for bunnies in my opinion. She has 5 others, who seem to take to me, as though i were their parent automatically, and follow me around, desperately. how do you like that, as evidence of anything??? huh??Although i am not at that house, now, i have seen what always is the case, some bunnies just get to me, and take me as their natural parent and immediately show it publically,; I am not the jealous type, and have owned and raised over 250 show bunnies myself, in 25 years experience, and none ever ran away. The only bunny i ever had stolen, was stolen from me, in 1993, in los angeles, and i searched for him for 2 years, by automobile, in every corner, and also made public > reports and got the attention many residents who sympathized. he is nothing like what you see up here. I have been in BC for 5 years, as a canadian, and have never 'purchased" a bunny with cash yet. I have been offered lots of bunnies, however, not just met Sorelle, who claims she "stalked me for one year", i can't imagine anything so wierd. Anyway, i don't know what you're going to do about "hoppy" unless you get a few dozen cars and start, really looking with cameras. For now, Alejandro.
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[Bo B Bunny]

Uhh..... and this guy lives there huh? fun stuff! :?

 

[Pipp]

Here are some background posts...

Pipp wrote:

Below is a repeat of my Bunny George post in the RB thread, with an update.

Georgehas since called and left a message on my answering service, I think he's in denial, he said that Wayne had lapsed into a coma three weeks ago, he was still in a coma and to pray for him.

Someone on a local rescue board also directed me to aCBC documentary on street people and their pets, andGeorge is one of them, although in that story, he says the bunny's name is 'Howard'.It'sdefinitely the same bunny, though. Turns out George found him starving in Stanley Parkone winterbeing eyed by a coyote.


Here's the photo that ran with the story (thanks to JadeIcing for formating it for me).

Here's a repeat of my Rainbow Bridge post:
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Asfriends and roommates know, I've been obsessingsince the summerabout finding Bunny George, a homeless manin my neighbourhood with a little Pipp look-a-like named 'Wayne' riding on top of his shopping cart. The bunny was his whole world. It struck a chord.

I met George in front of a pet store this past summer, sitting on the window ledge with Wayne in his arms licking his fingers.George was dressed in a cowboy hat with the cuffs on his pants at least six inches above his ankles. Wayne, he said, was four years old. He'd had him since he was a baby. The bunny had obviously just had surgery, his shoulder area was shaved, George confirmed that he had been very ill and had been to the vet.He told me that he himself was also a vet, but then couldn�t rememberthe name of the ailment that Wayne had. (He also said he wasa Texas millionaire, had 800 bunnies, and he had to go catch a plane toBuenos Aires but he�d be back tomorrow. George obviously hadmental issues).

At first, George didn�t really want me to pay much attention to Wayne,he later told me that people had tried to take Wayne or hurt him(although I got the impression it was unrelated to hissurgery). He made reference to some out-there conspiracytheory. I dismissed it at the time, but now Iwonderif he was being harassed bypetactivists as wellasteased (or worse) by thugs and neighbourhoodkids. He warmed up to me and became more communicative as wetalked about our bunnies. When I left, I told him I hopedtorun into him again.

I couldn�t stop thinking about George and Wayne. I think itwas because of how much George loved his littlebunny. I really feared for him. I started casuallyasking about him at the pet store, each time relieved to hear his bunnywas in with him and both were okay.

Then I started actively looking for him, at least once or twice aweek. I wanted to give him a big bag of hay and pellets if heneeded some (the pet store let him run a tab, but they said he wouldn�taccept anything they said was free), and make sure he was still beingtaken care of by a vet. I never did find out what vet he wasseeing or how he paid the tab.

I left my phone number with the pet store, and left messages -- andactually got one in return, saying (amid a bunch of weird stuff), thathe�d like it if I could bunny sit, or drive him to the vet if he neededto go there. The pet store lost the note, although they saidhe didn�t leave a number, anyway � not too surprising. As good as the pet store was to him, none of the clerks ever thought to dial the number and hand him the phone, or call me themselves to tell me he was in (I was two blocks away). I always missedhim.They never remembered to ask who his vet was, either. (I may be broke but my credit's good).

I bonded with a number of the other street people in my search, I�dcheck in with them to ask, and they�d pass on messages, too -- butthese people don�t have cell phones.

The street people weren't judgmental, but othersoften shooktheir heads about a bunny �living like that.� But I told themI couldn�t disagree more. I can�t imagine a better home for Wayne � even though he really didn�t have a home at all.

When we had a snowstorm two weeks ago, I found myself again on the streets walking around looking desperately for Bunny George.

I still blame myself for not trying harder � getting up earlier, staying out later, going out more often.

When I hit the pet store today, as always, I asked about George. The clerks faces fell, and my heart sank.Wayne had died. George had been in a week ago with the news, still in tears. He told them it was �lung cancer�, but who knows.

I said, �Oh, too bad!� I paid for my pet food, and went home. And completely fell apart.

:rip: So RIP little Wayne. And George...I don't have the words to describe how much I feel your pain.I'm so very very sorry.

sas:bigtears:





Last edited on Fri Dec 22nd, 2006 12:13 pm by Pipp

A few corrections to the above story... as it turns out, George actually stole Wayne from a cage outside a business in Richmond, no clue if he was truly being abused, but probably not. George sees abuses in things like feeding bunnies hay. :rollseyes

And I understand why the pet store wasn't more supportive, the gave George a big kennel, tons of food but it was never enough, he'd come back and ask for more and then get irrate if he thought it wasn't as much as he was 'entitled' to.



Pipp wrote:

I have a new bunnysitter... Bunny George.

(see above for his story,his bunny was definitely named Howard, Wayne was his 'alias').

I figured George needed a bunny fix, so I arranged to meet him at a petstore a couple of days ago and I brought Pipp withme.We hung out therefor a good threehours watching Pipp and talking bunnies. He turned out to bea cool, perfectly lucid fellow. Whenheoffered to walk us home, I agreed, hechained up his cart andwalked the two blocks to my house, came to the door to see the otherbunnies, and it made him very happy (which made me very happy).

I called around the next day to check him out with some ofthehomeless advocates he mentioned, they all said he was agood guy. :thumbup

He called the next day to offer me Howard's leftover bunnysupplies,I said sure, invited him over. He camepretty late (probably on purpose, he's no dummy ),and beingincredibly cold outside with his only option being a space on the floorof a church hallway, and only until 6 AM, I offered him mycouch. :lookaround

(There's actually snow on the ground -- very very unusual -- and it's a zillion below).

He's still here.:upsidedown: He's positively drinking in the bunnies, he's totally wiredtothem. I told him that Baxter, Wildfire and Zeke will be leaving tomorrow, and I thought he was going tocry. (Enough time has passed that we can talk aboutHoward without getting teary, but there are some tough moments).:cry2

(I found out that the primary cause of Howard's death waspneumonia, he diedduring the previous veryrarecold snap, which makes me feel even worse for not findinghim sooner). :cry2:cry2:cry2:cry2

He wants to come by (or move in onder and help me look after mineeveryday.:sweep

Thatmay mean I can take in some fosters (frankly,I'm bunnied out if I'm on my own, but maybe if George really does help and somebody will let meFOSTER, I can take in another couple,we'll see how that goes).

Otherwise all is well (except that Pipp has become unlitter trainedandone of my cats is having a major allergic reaction to something). :shock:

Stay tooned!



saspipp :bunnydance:dill:bunnyheartsherry :brownbunnyradar anddarry :toastingbunsbaxter :bunny19zeke:brown-bunnyand wildfire:bunny24

More on theabove ... As it turned out, George's idea of 'helping' with the bunnieswas pretty much looking at them and giving whacko directions about how tocare for them ("don't give themveggies or hay"). He's 'help' by occasionally overfeeding them pellets andgiving them water, but that was about it. Asking him to sort carrot tops or even help clean a cage (just by helping to dump the litter) caused a major adverse reaction, it would stress him out!

More info on George in my 2007 Blog, here:




And here's a link to the story about George emailing SARS, the local rescue here, and the SPCA to report me...

Pipp's ASPCA visit

I had been trying to get a rescue to adopt out a sturdyspayed or neutered bunny toGeorge, but of course nobdy would. She he went out and bought an unspayedbaby femalefuzzy lop and an unneuteredadult silver dutch from a pet store.

The lop had babiespretty quick (two survived), I think she was onlyfour months old herself, and now one of those daughters had three babies and the lop hashad a second litter of three babies.

There are some photos of the two on the later pages of myBlog. I think that covers all the background.



sas

 

[BlueGiants]

Wow Sas, you are brave to live with a guy like that in your living room... :shock:...how sad that he can't get help.

 

[Pipp]

George is a very complicated human being.

I don't think he needs to be committed or anything, but he DOES needmeds. When he starts getting upset and/or paranoid, he's quite possibly the most disagreeable man on earth.

He was here on and off for a few weeks all totalledlast winter, he didn't have a bunny then, and he always either walked out orwas told to leave. He agreed to pay rent, but never did. He also never contributed towards food or household supplies, paid for phone callsor anything else, but it added up to small amounts of money and it was far easier on George's mental health (and thus my own) to not get angry and/or argue these points.

He's only been a problem since he started paying rent in November. It's given him a sense of entitlement that is pretty much unworkable. I'm not longer allowed to turn on lights, do any cleaning, let Dill and Sherry out from being locked up in the hall, etc.
When he's in a 'mood' (which is very often), he constantly rants about not being provided free food (welfare gives him access to free food but he has to walk a good 15 blocks to get there, so forget that). I offer him a bowl of soup,it's an insult, soup is for soup kitchens and 'old men'. And any canned stuff or leftovers is 'crap'. (Nothing but the bestfor George).

The other major rants are about his sleep being disturbed (he sleeps in the daytime), he's not getting his 'alone' time (when he presumablylistens to the voices in his head)which encompasses several hours after he wakes up and most of the night time hours, and that his human rights are being denied,yada yada yada. (He calls 911 to tell them this).

Lately he thinks there are gasses under the house(he had the fire department here a week or two back), so he opens all the windows. Yet when he's not on a 'gasses' kick, we can't open the sliding door to the kitchen wide enough to let the cats in because of 'drafts'.

He doesn't like lights, orthe sound of electric fans (like the fan in my room). He doesn't like vinegar orcleaning products, or me cleaning around his space. Or being in the kitchen too late at nightfeeding my bunnies when he wantshis quiet time.

He keeps his bunnies fed and watered, but all they get pellets and milk. :shock: No convincing him they should eat hay and that milk isn't a great idea. (I actually had him using hay the last couple of weeks, I was making progress! But then he had a week-long meltdown, hay became evil again and that was that).

I think his bunny care would be adequate except for his fuzzy lop and the babies - she absolutely hates him, he has to catch her by grabbing her by her hair and lifting her up, and she hasregular 'poopy butt' at worst,poos stuck in her fur at best, and he yanks them outVERY roughly.

Andin the six weeks he's been here with his older babies,he's NEVER let them out of a closed wooden box (with virtually no wire).They've escaped a couple of times and he grabsthem and throws them back in.

I'm rarely allowed to even see them, he's only let me touch any of his bunnies onceor twice.

Most of the time I think he really cares for them and he's just being crazy-protective of them, but sometimes I wonder. He doesn't have names for them (or he's so protective he just won't tell me their names), and while he's obviously obscessed with bunnies and gets extremely upset even if one of MINE is ill, he also uses them to attract young girls and solicit 'donations'. Re: the latter, he's mentioned in the past he used tocharge people to pet his old deceased bunny, Howard, but Howard didn't like it so he stopped, and he seemed to feel really bad about it. Maybe it depends on mood? :dunno

Anyhoo, he walked out of here the other night after a week-long paranoid 'mood', I have no idea what triggered it, but for the first time I was afraid of him. (He approached me in a threatening manner only once before, butthis time I was more worried about ongoing threats even after he left, he kept talking abouthaving a plan andgetting even.He talked about him evicting me, his usual threats about calling the FBI, etc, but also more veiled and sinisterreferences than usual.

The next day, he piled all thebunnies and every one of his possessions on his shopping cart/trolley, and left in below freezing temperatures. He wouldn't even take any hay to put in the bunny hutches for warmth.

His leaving was a Godsend, it broke his tenancy agreementand got him out of my hair. (I had to call the cops as he was leaving because I thought he had stolen my wallet -- he had been obscessing about me having a credit card, etc --buthe had just hidden it,another thing he's done before with mypossessionswhen he's left before).

I was hoping he had some place to go, but that wasn't the case,when he called twodayslater, he wasout in the cold, hesaid five of his bunnies were dying and implied itwas all my fault. He only sounded just a little 'out there', not psychotic, but it did sound like he was planning tocome overandtake uptenancy again,so I had a nervous night or two waiting for the landlord to change the locks.

He never called back and didn't answer his cellphone. (And yes, he has a cellphone, spends endless dollars on phone cards so he can phone everybody at weird hours to rant and rave.

Hehad made friends with a girl at the SPCA (although now he says she's the one designated to help the homeless with their pets), she had given him a cage and came over once to deliver hay and pellets (George hates spending money on ANYTHING he thinks should be free, and that includes pet supplies), so I called her. She was off, I left a message that expressed concern about the bunnies being in the coldwithout hay, etc.

I was honestly hoping the SPCA would take in the lop and her little babies and George would be out of my life without me having to worry about his bunnies, but no. They showed up at MY place WITH George. It was REALLY cold, I couldn't very well say 'go away' especially in front of him. (He disguises his anger well, but once no authority figures are around, watch out). And while they were there, George was acting very contrite and managable.

So the three SPCA officers hauled in the five (?) big kennels and multiple boxes of junk and tarps, etc, and I was left again with George. While the SPCA were still there, I made it clear to him that he was NOT a tenant, the bunnies were allowed to stay and he was welcome to stay with them as long as he was civil. He meekly agreed.

The SPCA left the house and George immediately began asserting his 'rights as a tenant' and making his veiled threats. I called the SPCA back to warn them I would likely have to have him removed from the premises and to make sure they'd be able to deal with the bunnies. (I wasn't about to have them here without George, no telling what ends he'd go to if he started thinking I orchestrated this to steal his bunnies or any other paranoid dellusions along those lines).

The SPCA were a bit put out after doing all the work, but I told them I'd be trying to work it out, just needed a back up plan, andthey sounded amenable. At that time I very briefly mentioned I had concerns about the bunnies' care but made it VERY clear I had no intention of goingon the record with ANYTHING because I did feel George had greatpotential to be dangerous to me especially in thatsituation.

They seemed to understand, but I guess they didn't. A constableshowed up the next day unnannounced. George was surprisingly calm, even though he was woken up. (Had I been the one to wake himup, holy h*ll would have broken loose!). Buthe made his usualveiled, glaringreferences to 'people' whomust be telling them lies, obviously directed at me.

But of course he proceded to answer their questions with whatever they wanted to hear. And although the key points were nottrue -- ie: the bunnies were allowed out of the pens, he gave them hay and vegetables -- I couldn't very well pipe up and contradict him, so I had to appear to be defending him by only confirming the true and good parts.I honestly don't know how they could have expected anything different.

And the person honestly didn't know much about rabbits. I did have to bring up the hayissue,she didn't know aproper diet from Adam, and she looked at theinfant milk formula he was feeding them all and went, 'that's good.' :rollseyesAnd when she started talking about them needing light, and George said he let them out in the evenings, she said 'rabbits are active in the daytime, not at night'. (I had to point out that it was actually dawn and dusk, and I didn't mention the problem with the closed boxeswas moreone of ventilation than even sunlight).

Anyway, she gave him a whole list of things he had to do, some good, some ridiculous, and all the important ones unenforceable or not addresssed -- letting them out of the boxes, giving them hay and not milk, etc.

She said he had to take the fuzzy lop to a vet to get her checked out, not sure how she expected him to pay for it. She complained about wire bottom cages and wood bottom cages and told him to get plastic -- and George hates plastic, so not sure how that's going to work. And shewanted something like fivefeetof space per bunny.He has ten bunnies in there --his unaltered male and female had two females, and the female and one of her first litter both had new litters, so he's got 10 unaltered rabbits now.She expect me to keep him at my place? Thanks for that.

My whole plan was to try and get George on anxiety meds,reduce the number of rabbits and get the boy(s) fixed. Maybe the latter willbe accomplished,although both would have been more likely to have happened had they simply taken them in for the night at the shelter. George may havethrown a fit, but he woudl have ended up medicated (which makes him very grounded) and a deal worked out giving him back the older and sturdier bunnies, hopefully neutered. And they would have had my cooperation, taking him and the rabbits back here without fear.

What ended up happening, isanother story, so I'll make another post.:grumpy:



sas

 

[Pipp]

Part 2... The SPCA and ME!

The last time the SPCA were here (as per the storyin a link above), they were called by George forperceived abuses of my bunnies. Seeing as the emailwas obviously a crock (uh... 'bludgeoning and torturing' George?), and they knew nothing about bunnies -- they never even asked me what they were being fed or what housing they had or anything else -- they started looking at my cats. My 18-year-old long-haired girl had a couple of mats, and they wrote me a citation. :grumpy:

I thought that was just an oddball case of the guy having to justify his trip. (He actually seemed like anice guy).

It still made me pretty mad, especially because I do believe right around the same time, people had complained about a severely neglected dogtied up in somebody's yard. They did NOT investigate that onein spite of the complaints and I think thedog died. Itcaused a big stir in the rescue community, which isvery often at odds with the SPCA. (And now I know why). I had actually always defended the SPCAon the local rescue boards, but pulled back after that. And I cancelled my monthly donation. But I was overthat.

I honestly wasn't expecting it to happen twice.

But sure enough, after listing off all the ridiculous, unworkable things they wanted George to do, they started looking at my rabbits. She shines her flashlight in the foster's pen, and sees bunny poops in the hay box. (Anybody with bunnies -- or any other animal -- know they do tend to poop like everyday?) The cage was cleaned out as soon as George left (it was always difficult to get to it when he was there, it was in his 'room'). So one or two days ago. They have a big pen and two litter boxes, including one huge hay box.I put fresh hay on top but only dump the worksweekly.

She tells me it needs cleaning. "Ah, actually it doesn't," I sez. I was polite about it, she really knew nothing about rabbits.Not sure if that set her offor what. But the ego kicks in.

She wants to seethe other rabbits.But Radar and Darry live in my roommates room,I'm not going in there without his permission. Okay,fair enough she says.

So she starts looking at the cats.As noted on this board, my oldest cat went blind before Christmas,but otherwise in good shape. (And she had a haircut).

She looks at Skye, my little gimped rescue. Skye came to me as a feral cat, you had to wear gloves to even attempt to handle her. She had an injury the vet suspected camefrom being thrown against a well inher previous home (likely the only time she was handled). I'm not sure of the exact damage, but the rescue said there was no treatment.I picked her up froma vet when I agreed to 'foster' her, so I know they did some extensive testing. She also had a uterusinfection andreceived extensive treatment for that. (Shewas a tiny tiny cat and hadgiven birth totwo litters of kittens when she was less than a year old. The kittens had been killed by the othercats in the house, except one, and it was taken from her when shewas rescued because of the infection). She gets diarrhea at the drop of a hat, and often falls in it. She also had no bladder control.

I worked with her and she became a very very very friendly, playfullittle cat. She's been healthy as a horse, she's regained control of her bladder,gained weight, gets arounda lot better, but still walks stiffly and falls over if you startle her.

The 'officer' demands that I take her to the vet.

On Monday. :shock:

Uh, no. My finances most certainly don't allow for non-emergency vet care at this time. I really have tobe prepared forEMERGENCY vetcare.My other cats I think are now 18 and 19 respectively, and I have five bunnies, two with health issues,and two foster bunnies.

So okay, in that case, she's going to take the cat.

"Fine."

I think that startled her a bit. And honestly, I would have picked up the cat and handed her to the officer, except that it was a weekend and the poor little thing would be incredibly traumatized. (She gets traumatized very easily, although that said, she probably would have peed all over the girl, and THAT I would have like to have seen).

If the officerwanted to take the cat to punish me, sorry, but giving up a peeing, poopy gimped little foster cat might just make me celebrate. She's really sweet and she loves me, but she's here because she NEEDSto be here, not because I was looking for a companion.

But I honestly must think of the little kitty, and I really think she will be seriously harmed mentally if she was put in a shelter. One of the reasons I haven't taken her in for a recheck is that the vet visit would be incredibly traumatic for her (when I took her in a while after I got her for shots I think, she shook and peed herself and looked like she was about to croak. This is a cat who won't walk out the door when it's open. She won't even go near the door).

So the officer is coming by for another ego fix (or whatever) onMonday, andif I haven't taken the cat toa vet, she's seizing her. So I can either give the cat back to the rescue (although it's been so long, I don't even remember the name of the rescue!), give her to someone else (?) orgive her up to the SPCA.

Of course if the SPCA wants to take her into to THEIR vet, more power to them, I wouldn't mind getting her checked out. Butif they do think there is surgery that can help, I'm all for it, but I certainly can't afford it, so then what? And even if she's as good as she can get,egos will probably prevent themfrom bringing herback here. They'llbe putting that cat through MONTHS of h*ll getting acclimatized to another 'home'.

Now how is that the 'prevention of cruelty to animals?'

That IS cruelty to animals.

This organization is incredibly useless. And that's an incredibly sad.



sas

 

[Haley]

Oh geeze. I dont even know what to say.

As for George, I know its easier said than done but something has to be done. He's only going to cause trouble and angst for you as long as he's around. I think you need to take pictures of what hes doing to those bunnies and show them to the SPCA, even if he is around. Its not right for them to live in a little box with no runtime or sunlight- and then theyre breeding with eachother on top of that? I think its going to take you either taking his bunnies or kicking him out for good for anything to happen.

Really, he's going to ruin your life if he stays, Sorelle. And sometimes Im afraid he might snap and hurt you or inadvertantly hurt your pets (like when he stole your bunnies before).

As for the kitty, thats crap. Its amazing how these so called animal rescue organizations can end up doing so much more bad than good. Even if they do sieze her, no ones going to want to adopt her and she'll end up in the shelter, probably being put down. Its a no win situation.

 

[PixieStixxxx]

Argh.. stupid SPCA.

You know, I actually hate the SPCA to a great length. More than half the volunteers are only there to save whatever is next on the euthanization list.

The manager, Mark, is actually afraid of the media. If you take this story to the news.. it could cause them to back off.

Is Lisa going to be involved? I think she could help out a lot.

If they take a senior animal back to the shelter - argh I hope they don't keep her, and then "fight you in court". I only accept it if the person is actually abusing their pets.

And if she gets sent to the adoption room, I'll get my boyfriend to adopt her back for you =]

 

[Leaf]

Pipp wrote:

She looks at Skye, my little gimped rescue. Skye came to me as a feral cat, you had to wear gloves to even attempt to handle her.

She had an injury the vet suspected camefrom being thrown against a well inher previous home (likely the only time she was handled). I'm not sure of the exact damage, but the rescue said there was no treatment.I picked her up froma vet when I agreed to 'foster' her, so I know they did some extensive testing. She also had a uterusinfection andreceived extensive treatment for that.

(Shewas a tiny tiny cat and hadgiven birth totwo litters of kittens when she was less than a year old. The kittens had been killed by the othercats in the house, except one, and it was taken from her when shewas rescued because of the infection). She gets diarrhea at the drop of a hat, and often falls in it. She also had no bladder control.

I worked with her and she became a very very very friendly, playfullittle cat. She's been healthy as a horse, she's regained control of her bladder,gained weight, gets arounda lot better, but still walks stiffly and falls over if you startle her.

The 'officer' demands that I take her to the vet.

On Monday. :shock:

Uh, no. My finances most certainly don't allow for non-emergency vet care at this time. I really have tobe prepared forEMERGENCY vetcare.My other cats I think are now 18 and 19 respectively, and I have five bunnies, two with health issues,and two foster bunnies.

So okay, in that case, she's going to take the cat.

"Fine."

I think that startled her a bit. And honestly, I would have picked up the cat and handed her to the officer, except that it was a weekend and the poor little thing would be incredibly traumatized. (She gets traumatized very easily, although that said, she probably would have peed all over the girl, and THAT I would have like to have seen).

If the officerwanted to take the cat to punish me, sorry, but giving up a peeing, poopy gimped little foster cat might just make me celebrate. She's really sweet and she loves me, but she's here because she NEEDSto be here, not because I was looking for a companion.

But I honestly must think of the little kitty, and I really think she will be seriously harmed mentally if she was put in a shelter. One of the reasons I haven't taken her in for a recheck is that the vet visit would be incredibly traumatic for her (when I took her in a while after I got her for shots I think, she shook and peed herself and looked like she was about to croak. This is a cat who won't walk out the door when it's open. She won't even go near the door).

So the officer is coming by for another ego fix (or whatever) onMonday, andif I haven't taken the cat toa vet, she's seizing her. So I can either give the cat back to the rescue (although it's been so long, I don't even remember the name of the rescue!), give her to someone else (?) orgive her up to the SPCA.

Of course if the SPCA wants to take her into to THEIR vet, more power to them, I wouldn't mind getting her checked out. Butif they do think there is surgery that can help, I'm all for it, but I certainly can't afford it, so then what? And even if she's as good as she can get,egos will probably prevent themfrom bringing herback here. They'llbe putting that cat through MONTHS of h*ll getting acclimatized to another 'home'.

Now how is that the 'prevention of cruelty to animals?'

That IS cruelty to animals.

This organization is incredibly useless. And that's an incredibly sad.



sas

I'm having a hard time following the entire thread, so I'll just comment on what I quoted, and unfortunantly I don't have a *lot* to add.

Here, once you've been given a citation and have a timeframe to get an animal into the vet for a check-up that becomes an emergency vet visit unless you are willing to lose the animal.

From what I can gather, you are fostering for a rescue that hasn't kept her up in vetting, and you haven't been able to either.

The cat is crippled and semi feral?

Honestly, if the cat is seized and is found to be in poor health or has unresolved health problems that can easily be cleared - you as a foster and the rescue itself can easily get into a lot of hot water and face severe consequenses.

As for the cat going through months of hell getting acclimated to another home - I don't think that would be an issue at all. It's 100x more likely that she'll be euthanized.

What'll be looked at is the care (or lack of) the animal is receiving, the condition of said animal at the time it was seized, the history of the animal and current conditions it lives in.



What I'm saying is blunt, but not to be taken as a harsh attack. It's not. As an ACO myself I speak from years of experience.