Still. Frustrated. Oh, I'm so pissed. So I was supposed to meet the lady at the store at 7:30. She got there at nearly 8. Turns out she's driving in from Boca, so you have to sympathize. Then had to talk to some foster mom lady. Then she starts showing me what we have to do. Then some potentially interested lady comes and talks to us, only it's very obvious that the lady is not really interested and instead just wants to talk about herself, a lot. She's going to fly in a shelter cat from Atlanta, you know, just because it looks like her cat that died. The lady who was training me went to talk to her outside the cat room, leaving me alone and unsure of what to do. Finally, after I had been there for an hour, I started to get concerned -- after all, we were supposed to be outta there by 9. So just started cleaning cages. I found out later I was using the wrong newspaper, the wrong cleaning spray, putting the newspaper in the cages wrong.... Anyway, when I got to only having the kitten cage left, /3641/320/DSC00214.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" />
Wuussss B'day boss

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Wuussss B'day boss

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