Posted tagged ‘service’

Going to the Cats

January 19, 2022

C and TWhen I lived in California, I volunteered at a cat rescue at a local Petsmart that was managed by Cats in Need.   Once a week I would go in during the evening to clean cages, feed the felines their dinner and give them some human attention.   There were typically 6-10 cats ranging from kittens to seniors and the goal was to find them homes.   Adoption events were held every weekend.   I adopted my first cat from Cats in Need, a senior tuxedo named Claude that cancer took almost exactly a year after he come home with me.   You can read about him in Friend for a Year.  When we moved to Utah, I adopted another tuxedo, this one only two years old by the name of Tyson.  You can meet him here.  Like all the tuxedo cats I’ve known, Tyson has a lot of personality and loves … sometimes demands … attention.  I love him. (more…)

The Cat Whisperer

March 9, 2018

TV ElvisSome months ago, our beautiful Burmese cat, Elvis, became listless and stopped eating. After quite a few tests it was found that Elvis had a massive tumor and we had to put her down.   Very sad.  We haven’t been catless for a long time but for an assortment of reasons, we are not ready to bring home another feline. Until we are, I have arranged to get a weekly kitty-fix by volunteering at Yorba Linda Cats in Need, an organization that rescues cats and puts the up for adoption. Rescued cats are either kept at the facility at a nearby PetSmart or fostered in the homes of volunteers. Once a week I go in and clean the cages for the cats at PetSmart feed them and most importantly, spend some time visiting with them. Many of the cats have lived in homes until owners could no longer take care of them and are quite frightened to be in a cage in a strange new place. Getting them to realize they are safe and loved is an important step in getting them adopted. People generally don’t want to adapt a cat that appears frightened or skittish. (more…)

Monday Smiles 10/12/2015

October 12, 2015

MOWOne Monday a month, my wife, Muri, and I spend several hours delivering Meals on Wheels to people even older than we are.  It’s an easy enough sort of service done mostly by people ten or twenty years younger than the clients to whom they deliver.  We arrive at the MOW office at around 10:30 to pick up a cooler holding the days meals.   We also pick up a book that tells us what meals each client gets and gives turn by turn directions to their houses.   Our clients are spread over a wide area and periodically change, so we never quite get to memorize our route.  I drive and Muri reads the directions, interspersed with an occasional, No, no, turn right when I don’t listen.  And we talk … sometimes a lot … enjoying time together with no interruptions. Occasionally l miss a turn, and if I think I know the area, I find a different route. (more…)

Service for a Smile

November 20, 2011


It was a very long time ago, but very late in my adolescence … probably while I was home from college during the summer … my Mom and I would stay up late watching Johnny Carson and solving the problems of the world.   One of the subjects we disagreed on was missionaries.   As a devout Catholic, she always contributed what she could to the missions.  They do a lot of good in the world, she’d say.  They provide food and lodging and education in poor countries.   Like many college students, I was questioning my parents’ view of the world and in particular, my mother’s choice of religion.   It doesn’t seem right to offer to help people in exchange for converting to your religion, I said.   Now, I don’t know if the missions required conversion or even education for food.   Mom said they didn’t.   But fast-forward to my fifties as I was in the midst of making a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself.   Someone whose judgement I trusted implicitly told me, Bud, you never do anything for anybody without strings attached.  I guess my youthful idealism had slipped a notch or two.  When you do something for someone, another friend said, try to do it For Fun and For Free. (more…)

Monday Smiles – Memorial Day 2010

May 31, 2010

In 1942, my father quit high school and joined the Army Air Corps, in spite of having a scholarship to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, the fine engineering school in Troy, New York.  It was a story he repeated many times with regret … I thought I was a big shot, was the only explanation he ever gave.   I know enough about his father, Arthur, to think that my Dad just needed to get away and that the Army was the quickest out.   In a time when going off to war was portrayed as heroic, it probably didn’t seem like a terrible option compared to dealing with his father.  My parents were married while he was on leave, then moved to Caspar, Wyoming while he went through basic training.   I was apparently conceived there.   When Dad was shipped to Europe to serve a maintenance supervisor for (more…)