One year ago my fiancé, our local cop, went to a home where a woman was feared to be dead. The neighbors hadn’t heard from her in three weeks. My love went to the home and, unfortunately, she had passed.
When he entered her home, a small kitten ran to him and wouldn’t stop rubbing on him. The kitten was crying and noticeably scared. Luckily, another police officer was with my love and able to focus on the woman while my officer scooped up the little orange boy.
What was he going to do with a small kitten that needed food and love? The only thing he could do. He called me. I immediately dropped what I was doing and drove to get him. My officer was waiting outside of his cruiser, in the cold, holding the kitten. He tried to keep him in the warm cruiser but the little one kept turning on the lights and siren. We should have known then that he was going to be a handful.
The few weeks before he was rescued must have been so hard on him. He was recently adopted by his deceased mom and sadly spend weeks alone with her body. He was a smart boy, though. He drank water from the toilet and ate food from the bag he knocked over on the kitchen table. Because of that, he kept himself alive until he was found. He reeked of cigarettes and dirty litter but no worse for wear. We, of course, took him to the vet to make sure he was alright. The vet gave him a clean bill of health.
We spent the next year loving him and watching him grow. He was 4 months old when we adopted him and he’s bloomed into a… as we call him… psycho cat or gingersnap.
He plays with his indoor brother as often as he can. It doesn’t matter if his brother wants to play too. He loves his boxes and will carry toys around in his mouth. He wakes us early in the morning talking to anyone that will listen. And let’s not forget that sweet trait that so many cats have, knocking everything off of tables.
After he drives us up the wall and makes us pull our hair out, he walks up to me and lies on my chest as if to say “I love you and I trust you to help me recharge”. I must do just that because after he lays on me for a short time, he runs off my chest using my boob as a springboard and plays with his brother all over again.
I’d like to think that his other mom would be happy to know he’s with us. That she would be smiling at his antics and what he’s turned into. She will, after all, forever be with us. We gave our gingersnap her last name. We love you Hasty.
There must be a goal and a plan when starting your campaign. If there isn’t, then what are you doing and why? Below is my questionnaire that I give my clients to prepare them for their end of year campaign. There aren’t many questions to it, as you can see. The real purpose of this is to get them thinking about the direction of their work.
Look at the questions below and let them help you determine your direction. This is not a template created to be your only form of study but something to compliment the rest of your work. Of course, if you need more help, then just reach out and we’ll work together.
How do you feel about your organization’s donor information record keeping?
Do you know any donors you want to reach out to specifically?
(We can work together to do a personal ask)
What do you feel are your organization’s main demographics?
(Age, gender, jobs, location, etc)
What is your goal for this campaign?
How much time can you give to this campaign?
When do you want the campaign to start?
(Before Thanksgiving or before Christmas)
What would you like to see happen as a result of this campaign?
(Tighten up your ask, update website, etc)
What story would you like to see highlighted during this time?
Are there past campaigns you can send me for examples?