Has anyone else noticed that there is a very dysfunctional air about the Palo Alto Animal Pound? So many times we have gone there to adopt a cat or kitten but have been rebuffed by the staff for this or that. Two instances over the years, we selected a cat with all parties approving only to receive a phone call later that day the cat need a different environment with either more cats around or less and we are told that it’s a no go, no discussion, just a voicemail. I mean, what’s up with that? They even recently used to have little red signs that they pinned on every other cage called “Solo Cat” which apparently meant that this cat had to be alone, I mean, come on!
So today we went there to replace the 18 year old cat that passed on from old age a few weeks ago, and yes, we got that one from the old Santa Clara pound 18 years ago after being turned down at the PA pound even way back then. I asked the volunteer lady in one of the socialization cages if we could come into the cage to visit with the cats. She stated that no, that the policy was that we could not go in unless we could assure them that we were going to adopt a cat that day??? Did I miss something when I read Heller’s Catch 22? How would one decide upon a cat if they could not get to know them first? Perhaps we were supposed to just read their resumes and references before making a selection as no interviews are allowed?
So, long story short, we did what we have always done over the years and we drove down to the Humane Society Santa Clara (new facility) and looked for cats there. They had very wide open and welcoming environment where we could go into several large socialization rooms and interact with dozen of cats at one time before making our decision. My question: what the heck is wrong with the Palo Alto Pound? That brings me to the explanation of the subject line of this post. There was a running gag on Seinfeld TV series about the Soup Nazi who would cut you off mid sentence unless you ordered in the specific unwritten way, no ands, ifs or buts, NO SOUP FOR YOU! So that’s now our running gag about the PA Pound, NO CATS FOR YOU!