Ragdoll Adults for Adoption
What is a Breeder?
A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting!
She gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all-important Show into this year’s “vacation”.
The Breeder goes without sleep, but never without coffee!
Hours are spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be fed at eight.
She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn,
literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeder’s lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeder’s hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a kittens’ wet nose.
A Breeder’s back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice kit to a championship.
A Breeder’s shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they’re wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeder’s arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of kittens, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeder’s ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick kitten.
A Breeder’s eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own cat’s faults, but they are ever so keen to the competition’s faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeder’s brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer. It’s so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogs thousands of good bonings, fine ears, and perfect heads… and buries in the soul, the failures and the ones that didn’t turn out.
The Breeder’s heart is often broken,
but it beats strongly with hope everlasting…
and it is always in the right place!
Oh, yes, there are breeders,
and then, there are Breeders!
~ Author Unknown
A Rescuers’ Prayer
Now I lay me down to rest
I pray my soul can stand this test
Of watching animals lose a home
While owners cry, complain and moan
I long for strength and spirit and
I pray they find a home again
Where they will know a loving heart
I cant do much, but that’s a start
Please keep me sane while dealing with
The people that bought this fluffy gift
A wiggling tail, a ball of fluff
That now is playing much to rough
Remind me I should bite my lip
When confronted with : it grew to quick
I didn’t know it’d get so large
Now it thinks “it’s in charge”
Protect my heart when I hear them say
I think we’ll breed our pet someday
Sometimes I think my heart will break in two
Each day brings trial harsh and new
So if I die before I wake
I pray my hopeless soul you’ll take
My tears are gone
My faith is bare
SO PLEASE HEAR MY RESCUE PRAYER