Last week we had word that the shelter we usually rescue from might be going on strike. Because there was no one to take care of the cats, they announced they would be euthanizing every animal in the shelter. Nothing gets rescue groups moving into action faster than an announcement like that! I watched the e-mails fly into my inbox - rescue groups rallying together to get as many cats out of the shelter as they can. The meet up was yesterday - Sunday.
Call me a loser, but I didn't attend the big rescue. I was at a hotel downtown on a Romantic Spa Package weekend with my husband. No doubt while rescuers were rolling up their sleeves to put cats in crates, I was having breakfast in bed. Pampering looks good on me, lemme tell ya.
Good thing I was well rested. I knew what was coming today, and I was right. When we do what I call "emotional rescuing", it becomes a grab 'n' snatch at the shelter. We aren't making intelligent decisions on who would fit best into our homelife. Sooooo....yeah...the phone was ringing this morning - well meaning foster parents who looked into the eyes of the condemned at the shelter and grabbed cats that weren't really the best choice. Been there - done that. I wish I had a nickel for everytime I grabbed a cat that wasn't necessarily a good fit because I didn't want him to die alone in the shelter.
I've always regretted not rescuing this litter of kittens. They were killed before I could tell the shelter I wanted to rescue them. Look in the eyes of the condemned - how can you NOT be emotional?