I adopted my wonderful little boy Omega here, but I would never return for another.
I talked to one of the staff members quite a lot during the process and afterwards, and I'm sorry to say that certain members of the organization seem to care more about their egos than the animals - even though they're supposedly volunteering in order to help the animals.
After 11 to 12 years together, my first two indoor-only cats, the loves of my life, passed away within several months of each other. Not long after, I adopted a little guy named Spot and was searching for a companion for him.
I really had a rapport with Lauren and enjoyed working with her at first.
But what followed was horrific.
Lauren and Patricia had found pill bottles in my bathroom. I had been switching medications, and so had multiple vials in a plastic box. The vials were closed, but the box should have been sealed, which I readily acknowledge.
Patricia escaped to the car, and Lauren, who remained, approached me like I was a criminal. I don't exaggerate here.
They didn't know what the medications were, but perhaps felt that only complete lunatics take medications - for anything.
In a later conversation, months later, Lauren doubled-down, indicating that people who take medications - possibly for anything - deserve to be treated with great suspicion.
I was told by Lauren that I would be allowed to foster Omega, I think only because it was a long journey and Omega was already in my apartment. I could adopt him if he did well with my other little boy, Spot. Or perhaps if the staff members could somehow convince themselves that I wasn't a complete whacko.
I suppose that to them, anyone who takes medication - for anything - is likely too unstable to adopt. I don't think they would disagree.
Over the next two weeks, Lauren went back and forth between asking when I was going to come in to sign in the adoption agreement and then backtracking and asking why I was in such a hurry.
Whatever the reasons for it, the game playing was unfair to me and to Omega.
I was eventually allowed to sign the adoption agreement, thankfully.
And then the story gets worse.
After about two weeks with me, Omega became severe nauseous and started vomiting. He was lethargic and obviously uncomfortable. Both Lauren and Patricia acted surprisingly unconcerned when I told them and they discouraged me from getting him medical care - especially Patricia. I'm a bit of a worrier, indeed, but their reaction was pretty shocking.
After I looked at the adoption agreement, I knew the likely reason - KittyKind is supposed to cover medical care for a number of days after an adoption agreement is signed.
Interestingly enough, Lauren initially told me that Omega did not have a history of vomiting.
Months later, as I write my review, she has revealed that Omega suffered from vomiting before he came to me. She knew before.
She claimed she'd told me this. However, she maintained, the severe vomiting and lethargy that I described shouldn't merit a visit to the doctor, anyway.
And this woman is supposed to be an animal lover?
I'm a good father to my cats and I wonder the extent to which they mistreat other good parents.
It makes me sad that a lot of incredible little ones might miss out on good homes because some of the staff members care more about feeling pleased with themselves than finding good homes for the cats.
There are a lot of adoption agencies out there, and I really hope that my story encourages you to try others instead. read more