From the Sick Ward -

We have SEVEN cats at the vets today that are sick. It's a variety of crap: FIP scare, lead pellet in the abdomen, upper respiratory infection, vomiting, diarrhea - you name it, the vet is probably treating it.

I was actually on my way out to the shelter to do a rescue this morning. Sipping my Tim Horton's, I wrestled with the "if's".....IF we rescue more cats, what if they get sick? What if I can't pay the vet bills that come in from these cats currently at the vets? I did a U-Turn in the middle of the road and came home. I can't bring in more cats until I know the sick cats are healthy or at least on the road to recovery.

An eff'ing business decision. Welcome to Cat Rescue.

I hated e-mailing our special shelter liason for the rescues and tell her that I wasn't coming. For once we have a bunch of available foster space. We have wonderful foster homes asking for cats. But I got stuck making a business decision.

For the better good of the rescue...."Think LONG TERM, Beth" (*puke*)

Nothing brings down an excited foster Mom more than dealing with a sick cat. They're frightened for the safety of their own resident cats, and worried that they're being overly cautious and spending the rescue's money unwisely by taking the cat to the vets.

Personally, I like to error on the side of caution. I think it's better to be safe than sorry and get the cat to the vets. Nothing makes me happier than to hear the vet say, "Silly Beth - there's nothing wrong with the cat."

Yaa. Frickin'. Hoo.

Today it was a business decision. Tomorrow...well...tomorrow....who can resist this little butterball girl that needs me?

Update: "Millie was rescued today, February 27th - she's a cutie!"