Caring for a house with many cats and dogs [ENG/ESP]

Greetings @hivepets community, today I share with you my experience taking care of a lady's pets for a few days while she goes on a trip to another city for a few days, telling a little of the experience I lived. The first thing is that my neighbor told me some time ago that her friend needed my services to give food to the cats, as well as clean the sandbox and be aware of them, because she had a friend-neighbor who always did her the favor, which would have no problem with the dogs, but as the cats made a mess, that this that other thing, that is to say she complained, basically that neighbor would take care of the dogs and I would take care of the cats.

I thought he didn't need me anymore because about 2 weeks went by and nothing. Suddenly they called me that the next day he was going on a trip and that I could come that same afternoon so that they could explain everything to me. And so it was, I went to his house, which is about 6 blocks from mine, as soon as I arrived he explained everything to me, what each one eats, where the sand or sawdust is located (what he had), where I had to get water for the animals and well, practically all the work to do for the 7 cats plus 2 that were from the street and that he fed. She also told me the story of almost all of them, how they were rescued or saved from death, including all the chains that she had hanging, because she was an animal defense lawyer, the sooner she intervened in more cases, those chains were of all the dogs that were tied up and mistreated.

When I finished agreeing everything with the lady, I left and the next day, I looked for the key to her friend and fulfilled my duties, while the other lady would be in charge of going later to see the house and do everything else. That one, the cats were scared, of course they didn't know me, but the next day they were taking more confidence in me, they even asked me for food. At that moment, I would clean two rooms, one where a cat rescued from another protectionist was staying, who is still recovering, because he was beaten, fracturing one of his legs, and in the other room a puddle rescued from a cattery.

That day it seemed strange to me that the puddle had peed a lot, so I took her out to the porch, as the neighbor had told me, because she ate all the cats' things. She would stay there while the lady went there, she really did all her needs and was relatively normal or well, as I had always seen her since I met her that week. But, they give me the news that she was found dead, I started to cry and everything, in the afternoon I go and the lady tells me that apparently she had a heart attack and that she was bad since they rescued her, with a clot in a part of her body, consequence of being a reproductive machine.

The truth I felt guilty, if they had told me the state he was in, I would have stayed longer, I did see him walking funny, but as the owner of the house never told me anything and told me that the other neighbor would take care of the dogs; however, I feel that it was her duty to tell me, because that made me cry, feeling guilty. Then, the other week she contacted me again to do the job again, those days passed in the most normal way, sweating in the process, because there is a cat that belongs to another protectionist and they all beat them, so we have to leave it in a room, away from the rest, but many played hide and seek and when I closed the room, at least one stayed with that one, thank God, they did nothing to him, but I can not deny that it was a journey so that none of them got in.

Even so, I took out that kitten so that it could live with the others. Even one of the dogs played with me, and even though I was told that it was disgusting, I never forced her, I left her alone, until at one point she gave me her paw and made a monkey out of me, maybe it was because I gave her her space until she got used to me. And that's all, despite the bad time with the puddle, I gained the trust of both the minimum and the dogs.

Saludos comunidad de @hivepets, hoy les comparto mi experiencia cuidando las mascotas de una señora por unos días mientras ella se va de viaje a otra ciudad por unos días, relatando un poco de la experiencia que viví. Lo primero es que mi vecina me comentó hace tiempo que su amiga requería de mis servicios para darle comida a los gatos, además de limpiarle el arenero y bueno estar al pendiente de ellos, pues ella tenía una amiga-vecina que siempre le hacia el favor, la cual no tendría inconveniente con los perros, pero como los gatos hacían desastre, que esto que lo otro, es decir se quejaba, básicamente esa vecina se encargaría de los perros y yo de los gatos.

Yo pensé que ya no me requería porque pasaron como 2 semanas y nada. De repente me llaman que al día siguiente se iba de viaje y que si podía ir esa misma tarde para que me explicaran todo. Y así fue, me dirigí a su casa, que da como a 6 cuadras de la mía, en cuanto llegue me explico todo, lo que come cada uno, donde se ubica la arena o el aserrín (lo que tenía), de donde debía agarrar agua para los animales y bueno, prácticamente todo el oficio hacer para los 7 gatos más 2 que eran de la calle y que alimentaba. También me contó la historia de casi todos, de cómo fueron rescatado o salvados de la muerte, incluso de todas las cadenas que tenía guindada, pues ella al ser abogada de defensa animal, cuanto antes intervenía en más casos, esas cadenas eran de todos los perros que se las pasaba amarrados y maltratados.

Ya al terminar de acordar todo con la señora, me retire y al día siguiente, busque la llave a que su amiga y cumplí con mis deberes, mientras que la otra señora se encargaría de ir más tarde a ver la casa y hacer todo lo demás. Ese, los gatos estaban asustados, claro no me conocía, pero ya al día siguiente me estaban tomando más confianza, hasta me pedían comida. En ese momento, limpiaría dos cuartos, uno donde se quedaba un gato rescatado de otra proteccionista que aun está recuperándose, pues le dieron golpes, fracturándole una de las patas y en el otro cuarto una puddle rescatada de un criadero.

Ese día me parecía extraño que la puddle había hecho mucho pipi, la saque al porche, como la vecina me había indicado, pues se comía toda lo de los gatos. Ella se quedaría ir, mientras la señora iba para allá, de verdad hizo todas sus necesidades y estaba relativamente normal o bueno, como siempre la había visto desde que la conocí esa semana. Pero, me dan la noticia de que se la consiguieron muerta, me puse a llorar y todo, a la tarde voy y me dice la señora que al parecer le dio un infarto y que ella estaba mal desde que la rescataron, con un coagulo en una parte de su cuerpo, consecuencia de ser una máquina reproductora.

La verdad me sentí culpable, si me hubiesen dicho el estado en que estaba, me hubiese quedado por más tiempo, yo si le veía raro al caminar, pero como la dueña de la casa nunca me comento nada y me dijo que la otra vecina se encargaría de los perros; sin embargo, siento que su deber era decirme, pues eso me hizo llorar, sintiéndome culpable. Luego, la otra semana me volvió a contactar para que hiciera otra vez el trabajo, esos días transcurrieron de los más normal, sudando en el proceso, pues ahí un gato que es de otra proteccionista y todos les pegan, por lo que hay que dejarlo en un cuarto, apartado del resto, pero muchos jugaron al escondite y cuando cerraba el cuarto, por lo menos uno se quedaba con ese, gracias a Dios, no le hicieron nada, pero no puedo negar que era una travesía para que ninguno se metiera.

Aun así, sacaba ese gatito para que lograra convivir con los demás. Hasta una de las perritas jugaba conmigo y eso que me decían que era repugnante, yo nunca la obligué, la dejaba tranquila, hasta que en un momento me dio la pata y me hacía monería, quizás fue porque le di su espacio hasta que se acostumbró conmigo. Y eso es todo, a pesar del mal rato con lo de la puddle, me gane la confianza tanto de los mínimos como de las perritas.