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I spent three years volunteering at a shelter when I was in college, but my peculiar work schedule these days doesn't permit it. Given that I'm a cat person and not a dog person, I worked exclusively in the small house where they kept the cats, and I was surprised when all the staff wanted me to do was bring a book, pick up a bag of treats and a toy or two at the shelter office, and sit down in the cat house for a few hours. The idea was to simply get the cats used to being around humans. Only really bad thing I ever saw working there was when the shelter rescued about thirty maine coons from a breeder in what were reportedly very bad conditions that no one liked to talk about much. Maine coons are gorgeous cats when healthy, big affectionate goofballs, but the cat house's new occupants were some of the thinnest, most raggedy animals I've ever seen.  They were social enough, with one exception: they were terrified of hearing humans talk. If I stayed quiet, they slowly warmed up to me over the course of the next few months, but they would all bolt under the nearest furniture if I ever spoke to a staff member or another volunteer.Most of them got over that in a year or so, thankfully, and I saw most of them get adopted out by the time I graduated and had to stop volunteering there.
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Error 404 posted:To anyone who's ever had to handle pissed off chickens/turkeys, that line about raptors being 6 foot turkeys was no loving joke. Read the chicken thread. Lots of anecdotes about chicken owners being pretty certain their critters would eat them if given the chance. I remember one in particular about two chickens grabbing a rat at either end and playing tug of war until they pulled it apart.
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