Well, since I'm not updating with photos of Porsche in my home, you know that this didn't play out well for me.
I swear this incident took place in the twilight zone.
When we arrived at the shelter, there were a lot of people there and it was very busy. The manager guy from before was there (ugh) and we told him we were here to adopt Porsche. He apologized for not replying to my emails and phone calls and said he wasnt ignoring me, he was just busy (strange that he couldnt find time to get back to me over a period of 5 days when prior to coming in he replied to all my emails within 2 hours). After some small chit chat, he informed us that the price was not 500 as previously stated but instead was raised AGAIN to $600 once we agreed to the $500. At this point, I'm just SOOO over this malarkey... I actually called this! I said to my husband, "watch them raise the price again once we come in with the 500" and voila! I asked him why the price keeps going up, and he said "it hasn't been increased, I just made a mistake when I told you that. I am human, just like you, and I'm entitled to make mistakes!" (Word for word )
There were some pretty rude statements made by this guy that totally rubbed me the wrong way. Actually, just the tone of his voice rubs me wrong. At one point, he even said, "it's not my JOB to make people happy, I'm just here to find homes for animals". He said this after I suggested listing the price jump on purebred animals on their website so that ppl didn't make a long, unnecessary trip out there, only to be disappointed by the huge price gap. I replied, "well it may not be your job to make ppl happy, but it's definitely in the animals best interest to keep adopters happy so that they are more likely to return for future adoptions, no?" Ugh!! Me and my mouth. It was very clear to me that this guy simply did not like me. Why? I'm not entirely sure, but I think he didn't appreciate me correcting him about Porsche not being an f1 savanna. That being said, I overheard a conversation between him and another potential adopter, and he DID tell her that she was an f6 A savanna (so he obviously figured out that I was at least accurate in that regard and changed his tune).
After sitting there with my grouchy/bored toddler for 2.5 hours waiting for him to make the necessary calls, I could see that he was dragging his behind for seemingly no reason. I asked what the holdup was, and he said he needed to call my references and talk to my old vet. I said I haven't had a cat in YEARS, and that my vet discards files older than 3 years, so they won't have any information for him. He then said that that was impossible, because even the vets that discard files keep them in an archive. I am from Chicago, and I don't know about ALL vets, but my old vet does NOT keep an archive, Chicago is way too big of a city to keep every single file for every case that walks in the door. It was as if he didn't believe me or thought I was being shady. This is extremely frustrating to me, seeing as I have always taken *exceptional* care of my animals, yet I was treated as if I was only there to adopt an animal to make my weekly sacrifice to the devil.
I couldn't wait any longer, with my toddler getting antsy, and we left off with him saying that he "would call us to let us know what his final determination was". I don't really need to call him to know that I am denied, because every person that came in to inquire about her was treated as if she was still available. .. there was absolutely NO mention of anyone being already in the process of adopting her... which tells me pretty much all I need to know.
I am just sick over this. All of this. The way I was tricked, the way I was treated/spoken to, and most of all... the fact that I am still without a cat. And I am so crushed over this that I don't expect to be ready to try again for quite some time.
Thank you to all who have helped me through this. I'm going to go cry into a pillow some more.