Zwemke Siri - Rescue Meez: My Journey Through Siamese Rescue

RESCUE MEEZ

My Journey Through Siamese Rescue

Siri Zwemke

Copyright 2019 Siri Zwemke

All rights reserved

ISBN: 978-0-578-49178-3

Dedication

This book is dedicated to all of the amazing cats we had the honor of meeting. The opportunity to meet all of these cats came about thanks to a fantastic group of Siamese lovers who made all of this happen. To each and every one of you: everyone who has volunteered either officially or unofficially; everyone who has adopted; everyone who has contributed in kind or financially; every vet and every organization who has helped,

Thank You.

And to the man behind the curtain, we wouldnt be here without you.

Acknowledgements

Proofreading, comments & suggestions

Aimee Ellington

Philip Gibbs

Tania Hagan

Photography/Graphics

Sapphire by Dolly Berry 2004

Preface page by Nancy Louie 2018

Cover by Thea Mills 2019

Koda by Amanda Thompson 2018

All others by Siamese Cat Rescue 2019

Preface

I have wanted to write this book for so many years the longer that we are involved in Rescue, the more the stories pile up, and whats here is just the tip of the iceberg. While most of the situations we found ourselves in were not funny at the time, in hindsight, knowing what we know now, I see a lot of humor in many of them and hope you will too. As I read through all of the different experiences I had, I think the most important lesson I come away with is this: no matter what you do, no matter how much you think you know, youre going to make some mistakes along the way. We are humans, after all, and thats part of our make-up. The key, of course, is to learn from your mistakes, to adjust ones behavior and actions in the future based on your previous experiences. Dont beat yourself up too much just be sure to make improvements in your thoughts and actions the next time.

The second thing that becomes apparent is the enormous number of amazing people that Ive encountered. In our day-to-day lives we are bombarded with negativity; which tends to be amplified in the field of Animal Rescue. We grow accustomed to focusing on the bad, but when I look at Siamese Rescue in light of all the good, Im overwhelmed with the kindness in people. Thanks to this experience, my faith in humanity has been restored.

I tried not to mention many names in the book, and I did that on purpose. There are so many people who contributed to the success of the organization, it would be impossible to acknowledge everyone. We recognize and applaud each and every one of you who helped make us who we are there is no way we could have possibly done this without you.

While I poke a lot of fun at both myself and my mistakes in this book, I think this is a healthy thing. I come away from the Siamese Rescue experience with an incredible sense of pride at what weve accomplished over the twenty plus years of helping both cats and people. Having had the opportunity to make pawprints on this earth, having touched so many lives, both furry and otherwise, having been able to be part of such an amazing group of animal lovers who could ask for more. I can feel confident that my time on earth has been worthwhile. I can make fun of my mistakes simply because we did emerge on the other side of them with quite an accomplishment: a healthy, non-profit animal rescue business that not only survived but improved with every experience. Siamese Cat Rescue: three thousand plus volunteers who helped place over twelve thousand cats in forever homes. A group of people who not only came together over a love of Siamese cats but who, in the process, found a family of friends. Despite all of our hiccups and faux paws, we have been pretty successful at this rescue thing.

For all of the people and all of the cats whose lives we have touched and who have touched ours, I am eternally grateful.

Siri Zwemke, CPS (Chief Pooper Scooper)

Just Who Is This
Crazy Cat Lady?

When I take a step back and reflect on my life, its not surprising to me that I ended up in the field of Animal Rescue - after all, I spent so many of my early years trying to find someone who would rescue me. It took many years of self-analysis and therapy until I finally realized that only I could rescue myself, and now, years later, I may have finally done that. In trying to find the balance that was missing from my life, as I considered professions, I focused on fields in which I could give what I never got. It only made sense that I would end up in a career that centered around helping others. And as I soon found out, Animal Rescue is not just about the cats, but equally about the people.

If Ancestry.com were to provide one with this type of information, you would learn that I come from a long line of alcoholics a twisted history that weaves its way through the butlers and nannies on my mothers British side, and the philosophers and high school drop-outs of my fathers side. My mother expected to spend her adult life continuing in the tradition to which she had been accustomed. My father, on the other hand, was as polar opposite as he could be, in both his upbringing as well as his outlook on life. An artistic type who was gay, but could never openly admit it, he dropped out of high school, left the military, and spent the majority of his life feeling both frustrated and depressed.

My mother worked hard at racking up the debt private schools, summer trips to Europe, dancing, figure skating, and horseback riding lessons for us. Anything and everything to keep up with the Manhattan social group she was trying to belong to. My sister was adopted at age two; I had just turned seven. I dont remember my parents ever sharing a bed; there must have been a lot of martinis the night I was conceived. When I was in sixth grade, the debt caught up with us, and we were evicted leaving the Upper East Side of Manhattan in the middle of the night, like fugitives, and moving to a cabin without heat in Central New York State. There were no funds for anything but the alcohol; this quickly became the focus of my parents lives. My world was crumbling to pieces: I ran away more than once, and for a number of years, suicide was at the top of my To Do List.

Despite having very little money, we collected animals like they were going out of style. We had horses in the pasture, stray dogs coming and going, cats that were indoor/outdoor, and chickens and ducks that also, at times, made their way into our living room. (Once we even had a hen that laid an egg on the living room couch on Easter morning.) The alcohol-fueled violence between my parents was frightening, and my sister and I were left to our own devices with respect to just about everything. Rescue has done a lot for me, not the least of which has been to help me put my life into perspective: I realized that you can end up with a lot of good, even if you started out with a lot of bad.

After making it through high school (not pregnant and never arrested, a surprise even to myself), I was determined to go to college, primarily to get away from home. My main goal in choosing a school was to find one that was close enough to feel safe, as bizarre as that may sound. All of the awful in my life had created a great deal of insecurity. At the same time, I wanted to be far enough away not to have to come home very often. I was smart but lazy, and while I sailed through high school in a marijuana-induced haze, I still managed to get straight As. Choosing Connecticut College (You should go to a top-notch school said my mother, but no, there are no funds to help you), I majored in Asian Studies (the professors were male, liked me, and I was desperately seeking father figures), minored in Education (to fulfill my need to help others), and partied my way through college. Upon graduating, I moved to the D.C. area with my boyfriend, flitted around between jobs, and eventually discovered that legal secretaries made pretty good money and most attorneys, at the time, were men. Several years, law firms, and lawyers later, tired of being told what to do, I launched a catering company (too many health regulations), started a tutoring service for handicapped adults (not enough income to pay my bills), then quit both of those and worked as a waitress. A couple of years later, I married Kevin, the restaurant manager - a great guy, but someone who would turn out to have very different life goals from mine. Still trying to decide what to do with my life, after watching the movie Children of a Lesser God one night, I decided I wanted to work with the deaf and hard-of-hearing, and enrolling at Gallaudet University the next day, went on to get my Masters in Deaf Education. My daughter, Nicole, was born right after I graduated.