Content on a Wednesday Night

I'm content tonight. I spent the afternoon with 3 friends drinking coffee, eating cookies and talking about cat poop. Those of you who have multiple cats know that it's nice to occasionally feel "normal" again. (Whatever that means to you!) It's wonderful to know that you won't be privately criticized for the cat hair on your clothes, or a cat sitting innocently on the kitchen counter. We exchanged "neighbour horror stories" and they oooo'd and aaahhh'd over my Cat Den.

I've been trying to put together a rescue for tomorrow. It's my understanding that things have NOT slowed down at the shelter yet. There is still an enormous number of cats coming into the shelter. What the hell is going on? It's the end of October and the shelter is still at capacity on the "vet day".

Holy Mother of God, people...take care of your responsibilities. (I suppose I'm preachin' to the choir -nobody that reads this blog needs the lecture)

I'm trying so hard to get some of the adult and young adult cats out of there. They've been in the shelter a long time and have watched the kittens get rescued while they're left behind.

The award for the "Sweetest Cat at the Shelter With the Worst Picture" goes to:

Barkley! Barkley must've been VERY frightened when he first came into the shelter. He's a big, gentle, sweetheart with the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. He almost was adopted when I sent someone out to meet him, but they took a "flashy orange" cat instead. Barkley has been declawed and he's a doll. Maybe I'll try to get a better picture of him tomorrow.

There's another cute guy at the shelter named "Charleston":

Charleston is a "Kim Favourite". He's a polydactyl too. Like many of these freaky guys with lots of toes, one of this nails has grown into the pad of his foot. It's infected and he must be in quite a bit of pain. It'll be easy to take care of once he's rescued - the nail can be pulled out and cleaned while he's being neutered. But we need to get this sweet guy rescued first. :(

I'm going to go to bed tonight feeling good. I'll need the emotional strength if I'm going to the shelter tomorrow. It's 8 pm, and so far I've had no calls back to do the rescue.

I will not panic...I will not panic...I will not panic...