Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Coastal New Jersey
Imagine opening a door and there are 10+ cats right there, and you can't let any of them out. That was just one of the rooms I did every single day. Then you walk up the stairs to 50-something cats with puke everywhere, bowel in different forms all over the floor, and 8 or 9 litters to dump, clean with bleach water solution, and refill, not to mention tons of sweeping. With this many cats, you kind of become desensitized. They're just kind of there. There were so many - every kind of cat personality you could imagine. I felt bad that they couldn't all be played with and loved. There were a few that would jump on my back and rub against me, lick me and all of that good stuff while I was cleaning their litters. I really love cats but it could be quite overwhelming. It wasn't the cats so much as it was the actual work. I usually had no help at all.
You mentioned the eyes all looking at you in the basement. Towards the end of working for this woman, I was having a nightmare day and had let all of these cats into the basement on mistake. The basement was infested with fleas for some reason. I told her and she freaked out, but I acted like there weren't that many down there when in reality there were probably around 10 or so. Some of the cats really didn't want to be caught. So, there I was, scrambling to catch each cat while getting fleas all over me..... lots of fleas. Of course, each cat that I caught was potentially bringing fleas upstairs to infest the rest of the house. One cat had crawled up into the ceiling of the basement. If you know what basement ceilings look like, with the exposed wood and all, you know what I mean. A cat had gotten in a little crevice where there were pipes or something, and I had to yank it out. I was pretty scratched up that night. Then I went back down for one last check after I had gone back upstairs to finish my regular work, and of course there was this one last white cat. That cat was freaking on me. I think it was one of the cats that I had managed to grab as it was in the stairwell, which is where I wanted it to be, but it freaked out and kicked it's back claws into me. That was the probably my worst day working for her.