I had potential for an interesting, blog-worthy, call at work this past week. Seems a woman was arrested for outstanding warrants late one night. After being taken to jail, she expressed concern to the jail staff over who would feed and care for the Tigers that she had in her house.
The Sheriff's Office then contacted us with the info, including her address.
When I first heard about the situation, my first thought was, "Crazy Lady". My second thought was that she had mentioned "Bengals" to the jail staff and they mistakenly assumed she meant Bengal Tigers, instead of the Bengal breed of Domestic Cat.
I was correct on both points. Potentially interesting transformed into Extremely Irritating in a matter of seconds once we arrived at the location and investigated. My partner and I spent the next hour wrangling 6 terrified cats that did their best to hide/run from us beneath furniture and appliances. Bengal Cats are really very pretty, as far as Cats go. I'm a dog person, myself, but even I think Bengal are attractive animals.
Most were the standard brown with black spots and bars.
They did have a couple of silver and black ones, though.
My partner and I responded to the address to meet a Police Officer on scene- who was pretty worthless, btw. I generally have the utmost respect for Police in general, but over the past 5 years of working in the city where I practice my trade I've determined that our particular Police force is the biggest bunch of prima-donna crybabies on the planet.
We were at a house whose resident was currently incarcerated. We had no idea if there were other people in the house or not. We had no idea if there were dangerous animals inside. Yet, this cop wasn't going to go into the house with us at all, until we insisted. Even then, he had us go in first. As it turned out there was no one inside. That's not always been my experience in these situations, though.
Years ago, when I was younger and stupider, I had a bad experience that started out sort of like this one did. A Constable was at a house trying to secure it for an eviction. He assured me there were no other people inside - just a vicious dog that he needed me to secure so he could go inside. I agreed to go into the house without him, since he was scared of dogs.
After I entered the house and had my concentration focused on the dog that was doing its best to eat me.... several of the residents came out of the closet they had been hiding in.
I was not happy.
Anyway... when we were about half way through impounding the cats, Barney Fife tells us he's going to leave. Yep, just gonna drive away and leave the two dogcatchers alone in someones house with all their stuff unsecured. No worries at all about some other angry person potentially coming home to find us rummaging around the house. No concern that the arrested person might claim that we stole some of their stuff, or damage the property in some way.
Uh... No. I made him stay until we were done. Worthless.