I'm not the one fostering this guy, but I was so happy to get him out. I'm hoping to go back to the shelter later in the week to find another foster for me.
To Bucky: You're welcome, little man :)
To Humble: You're welcome, big man :)
Forget the Christmas Wreath....Let's go get Beanie!
AN UPDATE: Just before I pushed the "Publish" button on this post, I got word that "Nash" had been rescued and is in a FOREVER HOME!
Many thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers for this old man! :) I think I'll put up that Christmas Wreath after all :)
I also rescued a sweet little girl named "Georgia":
The lady that adopted the grey kitten yesterday was going to adopt her until the tiny grey kitten came into the shelter. She came so close to being adopted, that I couldn't leave her. She's a pretty little thing, I think! :)
I'm hoping my ice pack has refrozen by now. I took Advil and it hasn't touched the pain. I'm looking out my front window as I type this and see all the "Starbucks" ladies power-walking by my house. I hate them. I really do. :)
Painkillers....why don't I have painkillers in the house?
I met a very sweet lady at the shelter this morning. She had never had a cat before, and had many questions. She fell in love with BOTH "Thumper" and "Missy" who were surrendered to the shelter due to allergies:Thumper acts like he owns the place and Missy will take a little longer to get used to things. She's a delicate, sweet little girl. Their new home is perfect - their Mom is a physican who lives alone. They'll be greatly loved - I can just tell.
"Not long after making the left onto (the street) the car became enveloped in a distinct poopy smell. No problem here, after all, this ain’t my first rodeo!! So I pull over after lifting off the top of the carrier I pick up the offending feces in one of the ever-present plastic bags that decorate the interior of my car. I’m feeling pretty proud of how I handled the situation at this point. Luke seemed quite content to be out and about so I started the car and we drove off…for about six yards. Then Luke jumps down to the driver’s side floor. Now as I mentioned before….I’m no novice in the field of live animal transport so I promptly pulled him back up on my lap. He was quite determined but after a few more attempts he finally gave in to my wishes and peed all over my lap and car seat."
(Bahahahahaa!!!! ...what we do for the love of rescue!!)
When I was at the shelter on Sunday, there was a senior cat with a "Marked for Euthanasia" on his cage. He was supposed to die today for no other reason than he was 10-12 years old:
After I got home on Sunday, his face haunted me. I really needed Nash to survive the day today, so I contacted Kim and "Nash" was taken off the euthanasia list. He has a small reprieve and won't be so fortunate when the vet comes on Wednesday. He's a handsome mackaral tabby that seems mellow and sweet. He didn't seem to mind the other cats at the shelter and has been neutered. I'm no veterinarian, but his health looks good - he eats like a horse.
I need this boy to find a forever home. A retirement home. A loving home. I've got him posted on my Facebook page. There isn't much time left.
Gah! I really wanted to end this post on a happy note. There had been some wonderful rescues over the past few days and I'm not done yet. Looks like I'm going back to the shelter tomorrow...
....I going to spend some time with Nash tomorrow too...
I just got off the phone with someone interested in adopting "Arbie":
I have another favourite. Her name is "Betty":
He's such a gentle, sweet soul. I really hope he makes it out of the shelter.
Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself that I'm the only woman in the house, I think about this Mom with FOUR male kittens - locked in a small double cage:They're a cute little family. I wonder if Daddy was the same buff colour?
The lady interested in "Arbie" just called me back and cancelled. Her voicemail said she wasn't ready for a commitment yet. Maybe I could get her to foster Arbie!
Regardless, I'm looking forward to getting some cats out of that place next week. Let's hope everybody stays healthy...
Fonzy originally came in with his twin brother a few weeks ago. As you can tell by the picture, they both came in quite sick with an Upper Respiratory Infection. Poor little lambs - they were about 5 weeks old and the brother didn't make it. In fact, a staff member found Fonzy snuggled up to his dying brother. They really wanted to save Fonzy after that pitiful moment.
Fonzy looks great now....his foster Mom was thrilled to have him despite his few remaining sniffles. I wish I had brought my camera with me when I delivered him. The foster Mom has a huge headed older black lab. That kitten BOLTED towards the dog..."HEY! WHO ARE YOU???"
I don't know who was more thrilled - the kitten or the dog! That big ol' lab was SO happy to see the kitten! I guess the foster home had a cat that recently passed away. So it was extra sweet to see that kitten (who was about the size of the lab's nose) run up to him and the dog truly enamoured with the kitten.
Truly a missed Kodak Moment.
Have fun little man and welcome to the beginning of your new life.
Her email made me think how much TRUE joy our pets give us. When all else fails, they're always here for me. They're here through relationships that can't be fixed, and some have sat next to the toilet while I threw up. (Sometimes on the same day!)
I talk a lot about cleaning up cat poop and mopping cat pee. I've stepped in cat barf more times than I can count. But I'm grateful for every day that I wake up to see their little faces asking me for their breakfast. I have one cat that meows at my bedroom door at 6 a.m., then throws his hip against my closed door: "Meow!" BAM! "Meoooow" BAM!! There have been Sunday mornings where I could kill him. But I know in my heart that I would miss that little orange booger if he wasn't waking me up.
I've had evenings where I mope in bed praying for the day to be over, only to hear the bedroom door crrreak open. All I see is the cautious face of my dog Maggie. What would I have done without Maggie when I went through the breakup of my 20 year marriage?
I was married for 20 years to a man that only tolerated my love of animals. He "permitted me" to have cats and dogs as long as they didn't act like animals. You can see where this went...
Sooooooooo.....I've rambled long enough. I have no clue where this blog post is going, but it felt good to write down my thoughts tonight. I'm hoping to be back at the shelter in a few days. In the meantime, I've had FAR too much time on my hands.
Other rescues think that by NOT rescuing at this shelter, the problems will go away. Maybe if they stop looking at the pictures of the cats who are about to die, there isn't really a problem.
I've been (strategically) placing cute pictures of "Bucky" on this post with hope it can be a smoke screen on what I really feel. Maybe I don't have the guts to go to the meeting because I feel like my one voice won't change anything.
Truthfully. No matter what tidbits of wisdom that I have, the problem won't change overnight. No matter what I say, it won't save the cats that died in there this week, or the next. What would it take to get everyone in that city to understand the importance of spaying and neutering?
I'm afraid if I'm rejected, I'll be so pissed off I won't want to help anymore...and that would really kill me.
I really hate politics.
This is Walker.....before....This is handsome "Walker" ...after...
I secretly hope (ok...maybe not THAT "secretly") that Walker's foster Mom and Dad adopt him. His foster brother "Marve" really seems quite enamoured with his new buddy:
Regardless, Walker will get the very best home we can find for him. He sure deserves it.
I was feeling a bit down yesterday as you could probably tell from my previous post. But there's nothing like going through some before and after pictures to raise my spirits. Thank you to everyone that made it possible for these beautiful cats to - once again - be loved forever...
and ever...and ever...
I also rescued "Speck" (Whom I renamed "Fiona")Fiona was born with her right ear fused to her head. She also has a closed cleft pallet. (Think "Joaquin Phoenix")She's only 4 months old and just freaky enough that I know she'll be adopted in a heartbeat!
I rescued "Niblet" today, who had been put in the same cage with her new BFF "Marley":Poor little Marley only had half a foot on his hind right foot. I don't think it was a birth defect. It actually looked like it was bitten off or something. That didn't stop him - he was playing with all the other kittens!You didn't think I'd leave "Popples" behind, did you? Is that the world's cutest little orange face you've ever seen?
I'm feeling tired and a little worn out with worries for my own cats. Things at the shelter were grim today and I left feeling exhausted and ineffective despite the 6 little souls that are now safe. Maybe it was because I was at the shelter in the afternoon.
The rescue went beautifully. I don't have all the pictures of the cats I rescued today, but the pictures that I did take speak volumes:
This is "Murphy" being rescued! This gives you an idea how small the cages are. The cats sort of pop out when the cage opens :) You didn't have to tell Murphy twice to get in his cat carrier. He was happy to oblige!
I also rescued a very cute buff coloured declawed guy they named "Potter" at the shelter. I've honestly never seen a cat so matted in my life. I don't know how he was able to walk. The matts were so tight against his skin, that he cried out when I picked him up. His fur stunk and smelled like smoke. I hope whomever left this beautiful boy in this condition...(insert curse here).
The staff at the shelter shaved Potter for me. (Thank you Penny & Lindsay) He must've felt so much better. Look at all the hair! :
It was a happy day to be able to rescue my favourite little grey tabby sisters, "Mittens" and "Misty":