Tears...and Laughter....and More Laughter

I expected it to be a rough "day-before-euthanasia day" at the shelter when I went in today. The shelter was very full and I knew that many cats would be "Marked" for tomorrow. It's a day like today where I feel like I'm playing God. I don't like playing God. It doesn't look good on me. I walked up and down the rows of cats and only able to take 7 cats. It hurts when I can't take more.

It was another big driving day too. Kathleen met me at the shelter and took four of the cats to the local vet to be neutered, and I drove an hour to Scarborough to take the rest to another vet. I stopped briefly to bring "Digit" to his new home.

I opened the crate and an excited new Mom waited expectantly for him to emerge. Digit promptly ran under her bed. "Ta-Da!" That was an anti-climatic moment. Oh well....he'll come out and she'll enjoy him - eventually :)

I paid my 20 year old son to do the evening "deliveries" for me. I had to laugh, because the phone rang about 10 minutes into his drive. He had 2 cats in the car and I could hear this wooshing sound of the windows being open on the highway. I could hear my son's voice, "Mom! *Somebody* took a crap in their carrier. (more gasping) Seriously, Mom - this is the worst smell I've ever smelled in my life!"

Me: *Hysterical laughter*

Son: MOM! Quit laughing! I've got my head out the window...I bet there's crap everywhere! What do I do? What do I do!??!!!

Me: **Wiping the tears from my face .... more laughter***

Son: OK...I've pulled over...OMG, Mom...you're not paying me enough for this. There are 4 perfectly formed "tootsie rolls" in the crate. How could THAT smell so bad?? ((more coughing...gasping..)) By the way...who named this poor cat PICKLES??!!!

The laughter felt sooooo good. I could tell he was having a great time playing "stork". He said that everybody was very happy with their "special deliveries" and he seemed very happy to be part of it.

Like mother, like son, I guess :)