January 30th, 2010 by Sherry

A while back I volunteered to be a photographer for the Niagara Falls Humane society.
By “volunteer” you would think that I just called them up, or stopped by and said “hey, I’m here to help.” and they said, “sweet. come on in and get started.” But such is not the case, which is weird because they were the ones advertising the need in the first place.
I mean, it’s not really more involved than that, other than having to fill out a 2 page resume/questionairre/application thing, needing 2 letters of reference and a face to face interview. But, that didn’t scare me away and now I get to frolic and take pictures of adorable little furry things. Seriously, what’s better than playing with puppies and kitties, and people requesting that you annoyingly snap as many pictures as humanly possible?
It’s a good gig, and I’m digging it so far.
Meet some of my new friends:

You know, you would think these little ingrates would be somewhat humble, trying to put on a show for visitors to the shelter, be all, “heeeeey, pick me because I’m the most awesome kitteh out there, and ain’t no better” because, there’s competition, man. It’s do or die to break out of that place, con some unsuspecting family into taking you home, loving you, letting you sit on their face while they’re snuggled up at night in their beds sound asleep. Those cats don’t have me fooled. I know they’re devious. Why, just look at this face, the face of pure evil, I tell you:

Right??!!
Some of those little brats even get all cocky and think they know it all. Look at this one, demanding my camera, thinking he can do a better job than I can:

And then there’s the shifty ones. The smart ones. The cunning little buggers that plot and scheme and take advantage of unsuspecting innocents. The ones that will stop at nothing to break out, even if it means smuggling themselves out:

Taking any means necessary, even the suffocation of smelly feet, to jail break:

I thought this gig was going to be difficult, what with the abandonment, the malnutrition, the heart break, and loneliness. Pssh. How can you possibly feel sorry for these little con artists when, with one look, you can see right through them?

That’s right kitties, you’re not fooling me with your bright eyes and loud purring motors and apparent need to only want to be loved and give love in return. I’m on to you.