This past week we've had a potential adopter interested in Farley, ask me point blank if I could guarantee that he would absolutely get along with their current resident cat. This wasn't just someone asking me what I thought the chances of them actually liking one another were, this was someone wanting me to state unequivocally that I could GUARANTEE that Farley and their cat would not just learn to tolerate one another, but that they would become close; ie: snuggle, play together, groom each other, and want to sleep together.
I'm stating right now for the record that I absolutely hate the word guarantee - especially when a potential adopter uses it multiple times in a sentence like others of us will say "uh huh" during the course of a conversation.
Initially I tried to explain (in detail I might add), that Farley and ***** may very well get along swimmingly given ample amount of time to become used to another and determine who will be the dominant kitty, but that just didn't appease this person. When I explained that in our numerous years of fostering we have yet to have a serious war break out among our two boys and the resident foster (whoever that be at the time), and that eventually they always "work things out" - that didn't seem to do any good. When I tried to say that Farley and their cat might not end up loving each other but that I was confidant over time they could cohabitate peacefully together, that also didn't seem to register. No, this person wanted an absolute guarantee from me personally as Farley's foster Mom, as a representative of the rescue, as (in their words) an experienced rescue person who is "doing this for a living".
Okay so as gently as I could and with patience wearing thin, I did explain that my husband and I were not doing anything rescue related for a living, but that everyone within our rescue (and all others) are volunteers, meaning we're all working for free to help these cats. This too I'm afraid fell on deaf ears - as if there was a very loud radio on in the room this person was sitting in, and no amount of trying to talk over it on my part was going to permeate.
In the end I stated point blank that the only thing I could GUARANTEE was that today would end, tomorrow was coming, and that at some point we were all going to die.
On that note I can also guarantee that this person and their family were not the right fit for Farley...........