This time of year, it's always quite a victory to rescue that many cats. The shelter is overflowing and despite the large number rescued more come in each day. I was so happy to rescue several cats today that had been in the shelter far longer than they should've been. Two of them went to their forever homes.
It's such a privilege to play "Stork". I took "Willie" an ornery 16 week old black and white kitten to his new home today near my house. The world's cutest 3 year old little girl answered the door. She was beaming. As I took Willie out of the crate, she declared his name was now "Gucci" and she would "wuv him forevah...and evah." I could've taken that little girl home with me.
The funny part about Willie is that while I was driving from the shelter, the little guy somehow got out of his cat carrier! All of a sudden he LEAPS on my shoulder from behind me! I must've screamed out loud, because he jumped a foot in the air too. The other cats I rescued were hissing from the surge of anxiety and excitement, while Willie climbed up on my dashboard and hung on for dear life. I pulled over and managed to get him back in his crate - (the little booger.)
I've posted below a "before" and "after" picture of Bruno. You might remember him from prior posts. He has the cutest markings:
I've been remiss in posting pictures and updating on my own foster cats. My own little guys are awesome and desperately need to get neutered. I don't know if it's them or my sons, but there feels like enough testosterone in the house to grow hair on MY chest.
It's time to get those boys snipped...
The cats. Not the kids.