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I've been reading some other rescue blogs and have seen a common thread in all of them: We all sound a little strung out and in desperate need of a vacation. I realize that's all part of the rescue mentality, but seriously - there's some major cases of stress going on in these blogs!

For once, it's not me that sounds overly freaked out. I haven't taken on too much since we moved and I think that's been a good thing for me and my family. When it comes to rescue, I have a tendency to take on too much.

I'm meeting a very nice lady at the shelter tomorrow about adopting "Buddy". She's already adopted one cat from the shelter, and I'm so happy that she's considering another:

I don't know what's the matter with me, but I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of dread when I'm supposed to go to the shelter. Maybe it's because I'm not rescuing the volume of cats that I used to. I *feel* the death in the cat area when I go in on a day when they've euthanized a bunch of cats. I've never felt that before in all the years that I've gone in. But I do now.

There's a little orange guy named "Dodger" at the shelter:

He has a club foot - just a birth defect. It doesn't keep him from running around or using the litterbox. I don't know if he'll make it through the vet day tomorrow or not. Every time I go to the shelter, I keep expecting to see his empty cage. But there he is! I wish somebody would step up and help him. He's so sweet and your typical gregarious orange kitten.

Last week, his eyes told me he had given up hope. Can anybody give Dodger a forever home? I'm going to keep trying until his cage is empty.