This is my last post for 2010. It's hard to believe that I've been writing this blog for three years now! I'm always surprised when somebody says that they read my blog. "Really?"
I'm still in Seattle until Sunday. I wish I could turn off my rescue mentality for a vacation, but I haven't been able to do so. My Mom has a neighbour who recently adopted two sister cats from a local rescue: "Beth, do you want to meet her?" ("No, but I would love to meet the cats!")
The neighbour was wonderful. She had adopted two unimportant looking tabby sisters who were the casualties of domestic violence in the house and left to give birth to their kittens in a storage shed in the backyard. They were the fortunate ones. A rescue came forward to take them, and this couple wanted to adopt a pair of cats. One of the sisters is extremely skittish and the other friendly. Bless these people for taking both cats - the skittish one wouldn't have much of a chance without her sister.
My friend and volunteer web designer showed me the new Forever Home Cat Rescue website he has been working on. It's 95% finished and looks amazing! I can hardly wait to launch it when I get back. As I looked through the pages, I felt the goosebumps rise on my arms.
While I've been away, the rescue has had two more adoptions and 5 (maybe six!) rescues! Things are percolating along as they should be, and I am excited about the future.
I still remain in "scared to death" mode, but feel SO incredibly humbled by the volunteers who came forward to join me on this new page of my life. I guess it's not just a new page in MY life, but their lives and the lives of the little felines that rely on us for help too.
Happiest of New Years to all of you. Thank you for your love, care and support. 2011 will be another year of rollercoaster rides in rescue - hop on, and enjoy the ride with me.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
What About "Timmy"?
I'm still in Seattle on my mother's ancient computer but felt like I needed to rant a bit.
My parents know a couple that they have best friends with for the past 30 years. Lovely people...really. They're the kind of people that bring chicken soup when you're sick. I was saddened and shocked to hear that they were going to rehome their "beloved" TEN YEAR OLD cat "Timmy" because they felt like they "couldn't meet his needs" any longer. Timmy is a HUGE fluffy orange guy, who crawls into your lap the moment you arrive. I've always loved Timmy - he's a gentle, 20 pound love muffin. They're sending him to a friend's farm - whatever the hell that means. Of course, they're keeping the dog who needs to be walked, etc. I guess cleaning up a pile of poop in the litterbox has become too much for this 74 year old couple? But walking and cleaning up after the 3 year old dog is OK?
I immediately lost all respect for these people. I feel shallow for feeling that way...they've been there for my parents and I've known them since I was in University.
I guess this is EXACTLY the reason why I have trouble maintaining friendships with people who aren't "animal people." For the sake of my parents, I kept my mouth shut last night. But I'll never feel the same way about these people. I wanted to cry as I said goodbye to Timmy. He was curled into a rocking chair in the only home he's ever known. He's 10 years old.
Even as I type, I want to call them and offer to take Timmy back to Canada, but there are Canadian cats that need me.
My parents know a couple that they have best friends with for the past 30 years. Lovely people...really. They're the kind of people that bring chicken soup when you're sick. I was saddened and shocked to hear that they were going to rehome their "beloved" TEN YEAR OLD cat "Timmy" because they felt like they "couldn't meet his needs" any longer. Timmy is a HUGE fluffy orange guy, who crawls into your lap the moment you arrive. I've always loved Timmy - he's a gentle, 20 pound love muffin. They're sending him to a friend's farm - whatever the hell that means. Of course, they're keeping the dog who needs to be walked, etc. I guess cleaning up a pile of poop in the litterbox has become too much for this 74 year old couple? But walking and cleaning up after the 3 year old dog is OK?
I immediately lost all respect for these people. I feel shallow for feeling that way...they've been there for my parents and I've known them since I was in University.
I guess this is EXACTLY the reason why I have trouble maintaining friendships with people who aren't "animal people." For the sake of my parents, I kept my mouth shut last night. But I'll never feel the same way about these people. I wanted to cry as I said goodbye to Timmy. He was curled into a rocking chair in the only home he's ever known. He's 10 years old.
Even as I type, I want to call them and offer to take Timmy back to Canada, but there are Canadian cats that need me.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
...And In Conclusion...
As I type this, Christmas is just about over. It's 9 pm, and although it's still officially Christmas, I'm feeling in my heart that it's time to move on to the new year and put the holiday festivities behind me. You may think that I'm crazy, but I have a Christmas tradition of taking down ALL of my decorations the day after Christmas! I know..I know.. it sounds rather scrooge-like, but it really isn't meant to be.
There's such a build up to Christmas. As a mother, I've always felt the pressure to give my children the perfect Hallmark holiday experience - Great gifts, family love, the joyous Christmas dinner. I guess after all this self imposed pressure, I needed to bring Christmas to a conclusion. So I started taking stuff down the day after Christmas just so I could move on with life.
My three foster tabbies had a wonderful "first" Christmas. They were in and out of boxes and wrapping paper as all cats should be on Christmas Day. I tried to snap a million different pictures, but the pictures didn't quite say what I wanted to say about the morning. The older cats enjoyed watching with the occasional scuffle as the "wild bunch" got too rowdy.
I've spent part of the evening tonight writing foster parents, asking questions and following up. I can almost see them looking at the time and date of the email, shaking their heads and thinking, "Beth needs to get a life..."
I will have a life...just as soon as those decorations are down tomorrow. :)
Merry Christmas everybody!
There's such a build up to Christmas. As a mother, I've always felt the pressure to give my children the perfect Hallmark holiday experience - Great gifts, family love, the joyous Christmas dinner. I guess after all this self imposed pressure, I needed to bring Christmas to a conclusion. So I started taking stuff down the day after Christmas just so I could move on with life.
My three foster tabbies had a wonderful "first" Christmas. They were in and out of boxes and wrapping paper as all cats should be on Christmas Day. I tried to snap a million different pictures, but the pictures didn't quite say what I wanted to say about the morning. The older cats enjoyed watching with the occasional scuffle as the "wild bunch" got too rowdy.
I've spent part of the evening tonight writing foster parents, asking questions and following up. I can almost see them looking at the time and date of the email, shaking their heads and thinking, "Beth needs to get a life..."
I will have a life...just as soon as those decorations are down tomorrow. :)
Merry Christmas everybody!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Diana, Winkle et al
I was back at the shelter today to rescue 1 fortunate cat. Believe me, I was very aware that this cat would have a home for Christmas and I could hardly look at the rest of them as I walked through to pick up "Diana":
The foster Dad that took Diana only asked for a "fluffy" cat that needed him. Boy did Diana need him! Diana must weigh 5 lbs soaking wet. She's a gentle, sweet soul that was spayed and declawed when she came to the shelter. When I brought her to the foster Dad's home, she immediately started to purr and acted like she had lived there forever.
Don't you wish you could put bad things behind you as quickly as Diana?
It looks like I'm going to have another adoption this week! More on that when I have the adoption agreement in hand. To me, unless there's an adoption agreement - there is NO adoption.
I ran into a woman from another rescue today. She was taking Nicholas! I love running into other rescues at the shelter. It doesn't happen very often, but it feels good to know that other people are helping the cats there from time to time.
Kim saw me and excitedly asked, "Did you see Winkle????" I know I'm in trouble with a name like "Winkle". Such an endearing name!
I feel so badly for a cat like Winkle. No doubt he's feeling better tonight with the nails out of his skin.
The stress of the season is definitely catching up with me. I feel exhausted! Of course, as soon as I fell asleep on the couch this afternoon, David comes home early. Why couldn't I be vacuuming or something?
Lots of wonderful cats at the shelter right now and it's filling up fast. There won't be a Christmas for some of them. Please let me know if you can help.
Don't you wish you could put bad things behind you as quickly as Diana?
It looks like I'm going to have another adoption this week! More on that when I have the adoption agreement in hand. To me, unless there's an adoption agreement - there is NO adoption.
I ran into a woman from another rescue today. She was taking Nicholas! I love running into other rescues at the shelter. It doesn't happen very often, but it feels good to know that other people are helping the cats there from time to time.
Kim saw me and excitedly asked, "Did you see Winkle????" I know I'm in trouble with a name like "Winkle". Such an endearing name!
I feel so badly for a cat like Winkle. No doubt he's feeling better tonight with the nails out of his skin.
The stress of the season is definitely catching up with me. I feel exhausted! Of course, as soon as I fell asleep on the couch this afternoon, David comes home early. Why couldn't I be vacuuming or something?
Lots of wonderful cats at the shelter right now and it's filling up fast. There won't be a Christmas for some of them. Please let me know if you can help.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Some Christmas Happiness
I took my usual 30 minute nap on the same red couch with a fire crackling in my 100 year old fireplace and the Christmas tree lights beaming in their full glory. I woke up to 3 tabbies asleep on me and I'm pretty sure at that very moment, I had defined the word "content". Today, I screened foster parents #15 and #16, and Forever Home is really starting to feel like a "real" rescue. Although I haven't received my first vet bill yet, I'm going to try to think magical Christmas thoughts with hope I'll be surprised that the bill wasn't as much as I thought it would be. (Has that ever happened?)
I received some awesome news that "Sophie", a recent rescue, that hadn't been eating is now eating. We were terrified of the prospects of a feeding tube or worse - euthanasia. The foster Mom gave her a banquet of food - including cooking her chicken and bacon. She wanted no part of it. Sophie wanted Whiskas "crap food" dry food. Go figure.
Sophie Before:
...and Sophie AFTER....
She's beautiful, isn't she?
I finished designing the rescue's brochure today and sent it in to the printers. David and I are paying for the start up costs ourselves. Brochures may seem like an unnecessary, luxury item, but nothing spells "legit" (other than a charity registration) more than a quality glossy brochure! It's important to me that people feel proud to volunteer AND adopt from this rescue. Granted, if we run out of money too quickly, the brochures won't get reprinted for a while. :)
I've been so happy watching Forever Home slowly blossom. Of course, where there's good news, there's always bad news on the horizon. But I feel like I'm building a team of people that truly care about the rescue and me. Surrounding myself with people like that - I can get through anything.
I received some awesome news that "Sophie", a recent rescue, that hadn't been eating is now eating. We were terrified of the prospects of a feeding tube or worse - euthanasia. The foster Mom gave her a banquet of food - including cooking her chicken and bacon. She wanted no part of it. Sophie wanted Whiskas "crap food" dry food. Go figure.
Sophie Before:
...and Sophie AFTER....
I finished designing the rescue's brochure today and sent it in to the printers. David and I are paying for the start up costs ourselves. Brochures may seem like an unnecessary, luxury item, but nothing spells "legit" (other than a charity registration) more than a quality glossy brochure! It's important to me that people feel proud to volunteer AND adopt from this rescue. Granted, if we run out of money too quickly, the brochures won't get reprinted for a while. :)
I've been so happy watching Forever Home slowly blossom. Of course, where there's good news, there's always bad news on the horizon. But I feel like I'm building a team of people that truly care about the rescue and me. Surrounding myself with people like that - I can get through anything.
Monday, December 20, 2010
After the Weekend
I was hesitant to write since I just got back from dropping off my daughter from the airport, but I'm not feeling as melancholy as I thought I might. We had a wonderful visit! As usual, it was too short. Katy had a ball with the cats and I think the feeling was mutual. When she was in her bedroom, the cats were there too!
I can't help but look at this picture and wonder, "Who is that old chick on the left?" Ahhh...to be 26 again!
Over the weekend, I received a really neat email from a very special lady with whom I placed a cat more than a year ago. She heard I had started a rescue and wants to foster for me!! To refresh my memory, she sent me a before and after picture of Chewey:
How pitiful can Chewey be in this picture?
...and his "After" picture:
I wouldn't have guessed this to be the same cat. This lady obviously saw something in Chewey that I didn't. I remember thinking that (although I was SO HAPPY Chewey was getting out of the shelter), he wasn't the kind of cat I might have chosen for rescue. Boy, was I wrong, wrong, WRONG!
...and an update on the little dilute Tortoiseshell that I recently rescued - her name is now Gwen and she's settling in beautifully! Her foster Dad sent me this picture and I could only laugh:
She looks like "The Rose Between the Thorns", doesn't she? I'm wondering who was on the sofa first - her or the dogs??!! Adorable!! Adorable!
I sent out my first Forever Home Cat Rescue "Rescue Update" today. It felt really good to write it and I don't think I realized how much had really been accomplished in the past 30 days until I wrote it all out!
As I type this, I'm sitting here wondering who is at the shelter right now and wishing I could do just one more rescue before Christmas. It's agonizing thinking of the homeless cats that are there right now while my own catspull ornaments off nap under my Christmas tree.
If you can give a cat a home - permanent or temporary, please let me know. I know the season is busy for everybody - but there are little lives that need help. ( Don't make me take a video of the shelter!!! *sigh*)
Over the weekend, I received a really neat email from a very special lady with whom I placed a cat more than a year ago. She heard I had started a rescue and wants to foster for me!! To refresh my memory, she sent me a before and after picture of Chewey:
How pitiful can Chewey be in this picture?
...and an update on the little dilute Tortoiseshell that I recently rescued - her name is now Gwen and she's settling in beautifully! Her foster Dad sent me this picture and I could only laugh:
I sent out my first Forever Home Cat Rescue "Rescue Update" today. It felt really good to write it and I don't think I realized how much had really been accomplished in the past 30 days until I wrote it all out!
As I type this, I'm sitting here wondering who is at the shelter right now and wishing I could do just one more rescue before Christmas. It's agonizing thinking of the homeless cats that are there right now while my own cats
If you can give a cat a home - permanent or temporary, please let me know. I know the season is busy for everybody - but there are little lives that need help. ( Don't make me take a video of the shelter!!! *sigh*)
Saturday, December 18, 2010
"Dem Changes" Are Here
It's been a whirlwind few days. My daughter is here and my youngest son is gone. I'm very aware that my life with my adult children is now going to become a series of hello's and goodbye's.
It's the damndest thing to walk into my son's room and find it empty. Of course, the move wouldn't be a REAL family move without the usual tension and fighting. By the time we were done moving his stuff into his new apartment, David and I were barely speaking to him. Maybe that's nature's way of saying, "it's time." He took his favourite cat "Wilbur" with him, so not only am I minus one kid - I'm also minus one cat. Wilbur doesn't like the other cats, so this is a GOOD thing.
It's funny - when I announce that my daughter is coming into town, the emails and communication from my friends *STOP*. I think I've had 5 emails in 2 days!!
Yesterday, I received an email from a lady who was looking for a younger cat. She had been already thoroughly screened by another rescue (verified), but didn't drive and had heard that I was a bit of a cat yenta. She wanted to adopt a cat that needed her. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it out to the shelter, so my friend Kathleen made the trek out there to find the perfect cat for her. Kathleen and Kim chose a darling little grey tabby girl named "Kaylee" and drove her to her new home. I still find it amazing that people trust us like this, but it was a perfect match. Kaylee loved her and the feeling was mutual.
It's 10:45 am on Saturday morning and the house is quiet. My daughter and older son hit the pubs last night and are sleeping in. David and I are having a preview of our life without anyone in the house - but us - and the cats.
Blissful. Really blissful...
It's the damndest thing to walk into my son's room and find it empty. Of course, the move wouldn't be a REAL family move without the usual tension and fighting. By the time we were done moving his stuff into his new apartment, David and I were barely speaking to him. Maybe that's nature's way of saying, "it's time." He took his favourite cat "Wilbur" with him, so not only am I minus one kid - I'm also minus one cat. Wilbur doesn't like the other cats, so this is a GOOD thing.
It's funny - when I announce that my daughter is coming into town, the emails and communication from my friends *STOP*. I think I've had 5 emails in 2 days!!
Yesterday, I received an email from a lady who was looking for a younger cat. She had been already thoroughly screened by another rescue (verified), but didn't drive and had heard that I was a bit of a cat yenta. She wanted to adopt a cat that needed her. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it out to the shelter, so my friend Kathleen made the trek out there to find the perfect cat for her. Kathleen and Kim chose a darling little grey tabby girl named "Kaylee" and drove her to her new home. I still find it amazing that people trust us like this, but it was a perfect match. Kaylee loved her and the feeling was mutual.
It's 10:45 am on Saturday morning and the house is quiet. My daughter and older son hit the pubs last night and are sleeping in. David and I are having a preview of our life without anyone in the house - but us - and the cats.
Blissful. Really blissful...
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Scrambling!
It's quite a busy day for me with my daughter's arrival this evening, but I had some fun rescues today!
I received a phone call from Teresa whose foster kitten "Jethro" was recently adopted. She was ready for another kitten, PLUS her Mom was interested in adopting "Lemon" a deaf white cat that had been at the shelter for more than a month!
I walked the shelter floor looking for one single kitten and came across a pair that had been left in a box in a parking lot. I can't even imagine how cold they must've been. How incredibly cruel. I'm happy to announce that Teresa took BOTH of them. Teresa wasn't home for the delivery, but left me a key, so I was alone in her lovely home when I took the video. Imagine how fun it was for me to deliver ALL THREE cats to her house today:
As promised, I've also rescued The World's Saddest Kitten:
I named him "Little Bobby". I think he needed a "jolly" sounding name. He looks so sad. :(
What a crazy couple of days - my daughter arriving tonight and my youngest son is moving into his first apartment tomorrow. I'm really glad my daughter will be here to help distract me because of the weird empty nest feelings I'm having. My older son is still at home, but that's only for a few more months.
Maybe "Little Bobby" and I have more in common than I think...
I received a phone call from Teresa whose foster kitten "Jethro" was recently adopted. She was ready for another kitten, PLUS her Mom was interested in adopting "Lemon" a deaf white cat that had been at the shelter for more than a month!
I walked the shelter floor looking for one single kitten and came across a pair that had been left in a box in a parking lot. I can't even imagine how cold they must've been. How incredibly cruel. I'm happy to announce that Teresa took BOTH of them. Teresa wasn't home for the delivery, but left me a key, so I was alone in her lovely home when I took the video. Imagine how fun it was for me to deliver ALL THREE cats to her house today:
As promised, I've also rescued The World's Saddest Kitten:
I named him "Little Bobby". I think he needed a "jolly" sounding name. He looks so sad. :(
What a crazy couple of days - my daughter arriving tonight and my youngest son is moving into his first apartment tomorrow. I'm really glad my daughter will be here to help distract me because of the weird empty nest feelings I'm having. My older son is still at home, but that's only for a few more months.
Maybe "Little Bobby" and I have more in common than I think...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Moments of Insanity
(Before I begin my blog post I wanted to say that I had TWO MORE ADOPTIONS last night!!! I've already had three adoptions in total and am not even 100% up and running yet. I guess if cats are vetted, adoptions agreements are printed and the bank account is open, that's good enough for right now. But I'm just too excited!)
On to the blog post:
I suppose like everybody else during the holiday season, I keep having periodic moments of insanity. I tried to wrap Christmas presents today without locking the cats out of the room. What on earth made me think that I could wrap Christmas presents with 11 cats in the house? It took me more than an hour to wrap 6 presents! "Doodle" kept walking away with the bows, Ozzy kept laying across the wrapping paper, and "Parker" would shred the paper as I tried to fold it across the box!
The insanity part wasn't that I DIDN'T lock the cats out of the room, but the fact that I let them REMAIN even though I was going out of my mind! I guess it was just too much trouble to corral cats out of the area.
I keep listening to Christmas music while in the car and working around the house, which is leaving me in a constant state of sadness for the cats at the shelter. How insane is THAT? So now I'm not listening to Christmas music just to save my sanity. Try listening to Elvis singing "Silent Night" and you'll know what I mean.
To add to the insanity, I'm rescuing The World's Saddest Looking Kitten (TWSLK) tomorrow. I saw this guy at the shelter yesterday and wanted to cry. He's about 6 weeks old and quite sick. He came into the shelter starving, dehyrated, his bum completely raw from God-knows-what and shivering from the cold. Bless his little heart. The shelter gave him some medical care when he first came in so I'm praying that his future medical care will be minimal. I'm so thankful for Wendy who is going to take this sad little waif. (I'm guessing she had a moment of Holiday Insanity too!) Pictures coming tomorrow.
Our broken legged boy "Stoney" has come through his surgery with flying colours this afternoon. The vet said he's going to be in quite a bit of pain, but will keep him on pain meds. I'm just glad it's over and am anxious for this guy to be on the road to recovery.
Even this blog post seems a bit insane. I'm all over the place. I suppose this is as good a time as any to include the Paypal donation button as promised:
Please Note: I've been asked to put a Paypal donation button on this blog post. Please don't be offended - no pressure to donate!! But there are several people who would like to donate via Paypal and when I figure out how to put it in the sidebar, I'll do it! In the meantime, here it is. Thank you so much!
On to the blog post:
I suppose like everybody else during the holiday season, I keep having periodic moments of insanity. I tried to wrap Christmas presents today without locking the cats out of the room. What on earth made me think that I could wrap Christmas presents with 11 cats in the house? It took me more than an hour to wrap 6 presents! "Doodle" kept walking away with the bows, Ozzy kept laying across the wrapping paper, and "Parker" would shred the paper as I tried to fold it across the box!
The insanity part wasn't that I DIDN'T lock the cats out of the room, but the fact that I let them REMAIN even though I was going out of my mind! I guess it was just too much trouble to corral cats out of the area.
I keep listening to Christmas music while in the car and working around the house, which is leaving me in a constant state of sadness for the cats at the shelter. How insane is THAT? So now I'm not listening to Christmas music just to save my sanity. Try listening to Elvis singing "Silent Night" and you'll know what I mean.
To add to the insanity, I'm rescuing The World's Saddest Looking Kitten (TWSLK) tomorrow. I saw this guy at the shelter yesterday and wanted to cry. He's about 6 weeks old and quite sick. He came into the shelter starving, dehyrated, his bum completely raw from God-knows-what and shivering from the cold. Bless his little heart. The shelter gave him some medical care when he first came in so I'm praying that his future medical care will be minimal. I'm so thankful for Wendy who is going to take this sad little waif. (I'm guessing she had a moment of Holiday Insanity too!) Pictures coming tomorrow.
Our broken legged boy "Stoney" has come through his surgery with flying colours this afternoon. The vet said he's going to be in quite a bit of pain, but will keep him on pain meds. I'm just glad it's over and am anxious for this guy to be on the road to recovery.
Even this blog post seems a bit insane. I'm all over the place. I suppose this is as good a time as any to include the Paypal donation button as promised:
Please Note: I've been asked to put a Paypal donation button on this blog post. Please don't be offended - no pressure to donate!! But there are several people who would like to donate via Paypal and when I figure out how to put it in the sidebar, I'll do it! In the meantime, here it is. Thank you so much!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
"THE" First Adoption!
I'm pretty excited this afternoon! I'm pleased to report that Forever Home Cat Rescue has had it's FIRST ADOPTION!!! Little Lloyd has been adopted and is being loved and kissed as I type:
I felt like taking a picture of the cheque, but that was too tacky even for me. :)
It was another day of running around - picking up cats, delivering cats, and saving cats. One guy in particular is going to be VERY lucky - "Pringles" is going to a forever home tonight. An awesome young woman is adopting him sight unseen!
Time to start dinner....it's going to be a busy evening! I just had ANOTHER adoption phone call!
It was another day of running around - picking up cats, delivering cats, and saving cats. One guy in particular is going to be VERY lucky - "Pringles" is going to a forever home tonight. An awesome young woman is adopting him sight unseen!
Time to start dinner....it's going to be a busy evening! I just had ANOTHER adoption phone call!
Monday, December 13, 2010
"Tidbits"
There's so many little tidbits I wanted to share today! Where to start?
The x-rays came back on Stoney and it looks like he's going to need major orthopedic surgery on his foot. I haven't alerted Stoney's foster Mom yet, so I'm sure she'll be surprised when she reads this! Argh!
I rescued a Lynx Point Ragdoll recently that is very very sick. I'm praying it's not Fatty Liver. Sophie is such a sweet girl and is with an awesome foster Mom - if anybody can pull her through, it'll be Julie.
Looks like I'm jumping into my rescue with both feet and treading water! It's ok. Sick cats are part of rescue. So few rescues are truly financially stable, but I had hoped that I could go a few frickin' weeks without some major crisis that didn't strip the ol' bank account. Oh well - it's money well spent.
On a happy note, I met an adopter at the shelter today. She was a lovely person that happily fell in love with "Gill":
I received the following cute email from her shortly after Gill's rescue: (Note: The adopter works from home)
"Gil is settling in nicely – I do have him separated from my dogs and cat but he doesn’t seem the least bit unnerved when he hears the barking upstairs or the whining at the door to get in. However, his typing skills are somewhat lacking and although he tries desperately to help I’m afraid I had to set him to guarding the filing cabinet – which he fell asleep in so he isn’t much of a guard either! Thanx for your patience and keep up the good work!"
Looks like things are going to be great for Gill, my stubby tailed boy!
I also rescued "Stanley" the Himalayan today and a very cute little guy named "Jethro":
Don't let that sweet face fool you - I think there are horns behind those ears! He's a rowdy little thing that will certainly be climbing the curtains in his new foster home. Be good, Jethro!
Speaking of foster homes....Forever Home Cat Rescue officially has THIRTEEN new foster homes! It's very exciting and keeps me in a constant state of renewed enthusiasm. :)
Remember this little guy?
That was little "Rusty" whom I rescued last month. His new Mom sent me the following "After" picture:
As you can see, he's been horribly abused in his new home. (*wink*!) I do wonder what Rusty thinks of the pink collar!! LOL! Regardless, he looks like a spoiled, happy little man, doesn't he?
It was a busy, busy day for me and tomorrow doesn't seem that much more quiet. I guess it's just the season. My daughter arrives from California on Thursday for a long weekend - so much to do!
Think good thoughts for Sophie and Stoney, please. They're in good, loving, capable hands. But I still worry :)
The x-rays came back on Stoney and it looks like he's going to need major orthopedic surgery on his foot. I haven't alerted Stoney's foster Mom yet, so I'm sure she'll be surprised when she reads this! Argh!
I rescued a Lynx Point Ragdoll recently that is very very sick. I'm praying it's not Fatty Liver. Sophie is such a sweet girl and is with an awesome foster Mom - if anybody can pull her through, it'll be Julie.
Looks like I'm jumping into my rescue with both feet and treading water! It's ok. Sick cats are part of rescue. So few rescues are truly financially stable, but I had hoped that I could go a few frickin' weeks without some major crisis that didn't strip the ol' bank account. Oh well - it's money well spent.
On a happy note, I met an adopter at the shelter today. She was a lovely person that happily fell in love with "Gill":
"Gil is settling in nicely – I do have him separated from my dogs and cat but he doesn’t seem the least bit unnerved when he hears the barking upstairs or the whining at the door to get in. However, his typing skills are somewhat lacking and although he tries desperately to help I’m afraid I had to set him to guarding the filing cabinet – which he fell asleep in so he isn’t much of a guard either! Thanx for your patience and keep up the good work!"
Looks like things are going to be great for Gill, my stubby tailed boy!
I also rescued "Stanley" the Himalayan today and a very cute little guy named "Jethro":
Speaking of foster homes....Forever Home Cat Rescue officially has THIRTEEN new foster homes! It's very exciting and keeps me in a constant state of renewed enthusiasm. :)
Remember this little guy?
It was a busy, busy day for me and tomorrow doesn't seem that much more quiet. I guess it's just the season. My daughter arrives from California on Thursday for a long weekend - so much to do!
Think good thoughts for Sophie and Stoney, please. They're in good, loving, capable hands. But I still worry :)
Friday, December 10, 2010
Christmas Roulette
I'm happy to report that I rescued the little Dilute Tortie today, along with "Evie" a darling little Tortie kitten! Many hugs and thank you's to Forever Home Cat Rescue's newest foster parents. We're now up to ELEVEN new foster homes!
Like many of us, I listen to holiday music and sometimes it feels comforting - filled with childhood memories - and other times it leaves me feeling angry for the little ones in the shelter who will have no Christmas this year other than a plop of canned Friskies in a tin bowl in a steel cage. When I went into the shelter this morning to rescue the two cats, I was hurt and angry by the empty cages from this morning's Euthanasia Day.
One of my blog readers sent me a powerful poem yesterday that she wrote in tribute to this blog. I hope that you cut and paste it and pass it along. It speaks volumes for ALL the animals at shelters everywhere:
Christmas Roulette
By: Kristen J.
Red and green stringed beads,
Deafen ears once alert
For the true souls in need.
Wide eyed and sweet,
Once just a kitten at play,
Has worn out his welcome
and can no longer stay.
Family time is coming;
Turkey, stockings and snow.
Too many guests in the house,
He will be the one to go.
Kids have lost interest,
A new dog is in store!
The reasons are endless,
He matters not anymore.
The entity of convenience;
A commitment on sale.
To Kijiji a loved one,
Once they become stale.
In the crate he goes,
A tearful goodbye even made.
The memories are many,
But too quickly do they fade.
“Don't worry” promises mom
“He'll get a good home soon”.
But he is left at the shelter,
Heat is low, darkness looms.
The family is in bliss,
“A good home” they had said.
And still he sits at the shelter,
crouched on a newspaper bed.
In fear and terror he sits,
The cage so cold and black,
He watches the door intently,
Sure his family will come back.
Green eyes once so bright
have dulled with passing days.
With confusion setting in,
Ever vigilant, he still waits.
With empty promises of lies
the family has eased the load.
But no happy home awaits,
No fork at this end of the road.
He bears no ill-thoughts
No anger or blind rage.
He just wants to understand
The events leading to this cage.
With but one simple thought,
A loved companion so easily goes,
Blind illusions ease the guilt,
And dim the lights on death row.
A new kitten for Christmas
marks where this tale started.
But home for Christmas turned
him to the House of the Discarded.
Like many of us, I listen to holiday music and sometimes it feels comforting - filled with childhood memories - and other times it leaves me feeling angry for the little ones in the shelter who will have no Christmas this year other than a plop of canned Friskies in a tin bowl in a steel cage. When I went into the shelter this morning to rescue the two cats, I was hurt and angry by the empty cages from this morning's Euthanasia Day.
One of my blog readers sent me a powerful poem yesterday that she wrote in tribute to this blog. I hope that you cut and paste it and pass it along. It speaks volumes for ALL the animals at shelters everywhere:
By: Kristen J.
Red and green stringed beads,
Deafen ears once alert
For the true souls in need.
Wide eyed and sweet,
Once just a kitten at play,
Has worn out his welcome
and can no longer stay.
Family time is coming;
Turkey, stockings and snow.
Too many guests in the house,
He will be the one to go.
Kids have lost interest,
A new dog is in store!
The reasons are endless,
He matters not anymore.
The entity of convenience;
A commitment on sale.
To Kijiji a loved one,
Once they become stale.
In the crate he goes,
A tearful goodbye even made.
The memories are many,
But too quickly do they fade.
“Don't worry” promises mom
“He'll get a good home soon”.
But he is left at the shelter,
Heat is low, darkness looms.
The family is in bliss,
“A good home” they had said.
And still he sits at the shelter,
crouched on a newspaper bed.
In fear and terror he sits,
The cage so cold and black,
He watches the door intently,
Sure his family will come back.
Green eyes once so bright
have dulled with passing days.
With confusion setting in,
Ever vigilant, he still waits.
With empty promises of lies
the family has eased the load.
But no happy home awaits,
No fork at this end of the road.
He bears no ill-thoughts
No anger or blind rage.
He just wants to understand
The events leading to this cage.
With but one simple thought,
A loved companion so easily goes,
Blind illusions ease the guilt,
And dim the lights on death row.
A new kitten for Christmas
marks where this tale started.
But home for Christmas turned
him to the House of the Discarded.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
A Full Shelter and an Urgent Plea
If I didn't know better, I'd say it was Summer. The shelter is full. TOO full for a winter month. I always forget that December is a big month for dumping cats. People are traveling and want to abandoned the cats at the shelter before they go. It's the same way in June. Also the people who have been feeding and playing with kittens that were born outside in the summer are now bringing in 6 and 7 month old kittens because it's getting cold.
Tomorrow is a euthanasia day at the shelter and it's REALLY grim over there. The shelter is very very full.
I was at the shelter today with my friend Julie to rescue "Sophie":
Poor Sophie had such a bad shelter cold - no doubt they would euthanize her tomorrow morning. With some TLC and antibiotics, she'll be fine. Thank you Julie for saving her....and thank you *everybody* for donation so I could afford to rescue a sick girl!
While I was at the shelter I fell in love. (Yes, AGAIN!) But wait until you see the following two videos. You'll be in love too:
Of course, I had to get her out of the cage and kiss her! (P.S. She LOVES other cats and was grooming another cat she just met!)
Please consider this an urgent plea. I *think* her name is "Keeba" on the shelter website. She's a Dilute Tortie about 1-2 years old.
Please help her. I don't know if she'll make it through the vet day tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a euthanasia day at the shelter and it's REALLY grim over there. The shelter is very very full.
I was at the shelter today with my friend Julie to rescue "Sophie":
While I was at the shelter I fell in love. (Yes, AGAIN!) But wait until you see the following two videos. You'll be in love too:
Of course, I had to get her out of the cage and kiss her! (P.S. She LOVES other cats and was grooming another cat she just met!)
Please consider this an urgent plea. I *think* her name is "Keeba" on the shelter website. She's a Dilute Tortie about 1-2 years old.
Please help her. I don't know if she'll make it through the vet day tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Getting the Pre-Christmas "Sappies"
I loaned my car to my younger son for the day so had an opportunity to walk into town to run some errands on foot. The cold air was perfect and I felt so festive as I trudged in and out of the boutique shops in my neighbourhood and stopped at the local coffee shop for a coffee and a scone. I felt completely peaceful and content to be out and about and suddenly grateful that I started my Christmas shopping early. The older I get the more I hate crowds and the malls. I'm willing to pay more to stay out of them or shop early and hope for the best. Being at home by the fire, working on the text for the Forever Home website felt simply perfect. I was interrupted periodically by a curious tabby wanting to see what I was doing.
Yesterday, I received the news that my youngest son found an apartment and was moving out on December 17th. It was a move we had expected, but were hoping he'd wait until January 1st. I suppose when I was 19 years old, I could hardly wait to get away from my lame family and be independent (until I needed tuition money.) We're certain it'll be the same for him too.
Needless to say, I'm feeling a little sentimental tonight as I type this blog post.
I received a GREAT "after" picture of Sheldon: (Remember this little waif?)
Look what love can do!!!! Isn't he a poster-child for handsome black kittens?
So as not to be a complete downer today, I had forgotten that I took the following video yesterday after "Stoney" arrived. I was standing on the stairs below the landing when I took this video. I hope it makes you smile:
How could anybody say that cats are boring? :)
Fa-la-la-la-la-laaaaa....la-la-la-la!
Yesterday, I received the news that my youngest son found an apartment and was moving out on December 17th. It was a move we had expected, but were hoping he'd wait until January 1st. I suppose when I was 19 years old, I could hardly wait to get away from my lame family and be independent (until I needed tuition money.) We're certain it'll be the same for him too.
Needless to say, I'm feeling a little sentimental tonight as I type this blog post.
I received a GREAT "after" picture of Sheldon: (Remember this little waif?)
So as not to be a complete downer today, I had forgotten that I took the following video yesterday after "Stoney" arrived. I was standing on the stairs below the landing when I took this video. I hope it makes you smile:
How could anybody say that cats are boring? :)
Fa-la-la-la-la-laaaaa....la-la-la-la!
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
An Update on Stoney
Until today, Stoney (our broken legged orange and white wonder boy) has been at the vets. Dr. S decided to try "one more thing" before putting the pins and plates in Stoney's foot. He sedated Stoney, set his broken bones, and put a cast on his leg. In one week, he'll take an x-ray. If the foot remains stable, Stoney won't need surgery. If the bones move, it's "game on" for surgery.
I'm not holding my breath about the chances of non-surgery. I'm just not that fortunate. Regardless of the outcome, Stoney doesn't know he's my Million Dollar Man and seems quite content in my washroom until his foster Mom can take over this evening:
As I'm typing this blog post my son just called down to me: "MOM!!!! Stoney is rolling around in his litterbox and is COVERED in poop and pee." Honestly? I'm afraid to go upstairs and look. I can't deliver the guy to his foster Mom covered in poop and pee, but I'm sitting here hoping the "Poop and Pee Fairy" will come along and clean him up.
Please don't tell me there's no such thing as the "Poop and Pee Fairy".... I think he's related to the "Barf Fairy" and somebody barfed up a big hairball in the basement and I'm hoping the Fairies will make it a 2 for 1 bargain.
Abracadabra!!!....
I'm not holding my breath about the chances of non-surgery. I'm just not that fortunate. Regardless of the outcome, Stoney doesn't know he's my Million Dollar Man and seems quite content in my washroom until his foster Mom can take over this evening:
As I'm typing this blog post my son just called down to me: "MOM!!!! Stoney is rolling around in his litterbox and is COVERED in poop and pee." Honestly? I'm afraid to go upstairs and look. I can't deliver the guy to his foster Mom covered in poop and pee, but I'm sitting here hoping the "Poop and Pee Fairy" will come along and clean him up.
Please don't tell me there's no such thing as the "Poop and Pee Fairy".... I think he's related to the "Barf Fairy" and somebody barfed up a big hairball in the basement and I'm hoping the Fairies will make it a 2 for 1 bargain.
Abracadabra!!!....
Monday, December 06, 2010
"Delilah"
I don't believe in coincidences. There's nothing better when "accidents" turn into an extraordinary turn of events.
When I received an email from "Jakob" he indicated that he would like to adopt an easy going cat for his busy family with two younger children. Toddlers are a daunting problem for most cats, so finding the right fit for a cat matchmaker like me can be difficult.
I sent Jakob a few pictures including a video of the shelter, so he knows the plight of the animals and where the cat is coming from. I guess in my haste, I ended up sending him the wrong video. It wasn't a video of the shelter, but a video I recently posted with an unknown black cat that I gave a new donated "blankie".
Jakob said he watched the video with his 4 year old daughter who immediately became enamoured with "Delilah". In fact, his wife said she LOVES black cats. Everybody fell in love with Delilah. But the question for me would be: "Was Delilah a good family cat?"
I went to the shelter this morning and picked up Delilah. She purr'd in my arms while Kim and I set her down on the floor. She immediately flopped over for belly rubs while I roughly (like a Toddler might) rubbed her belly and gently pulled her tail. She didn't care....she wanted love and more of it!
Delilah was PERFECT!
Feeling a bit like Santa, I delivered my little black package into the city this afternoon and Jakob was thrilled with Delilah. She made herself right at home and mew'd at his feet when we walked into the kitchen. She knew that's a good spot for cats to eat! She happily trotted around the house and came back to rub against Jakob's legs. She disappeared upstairs to sniff around, so I figured it was my time to leave before rush-hour traffic. What happened next still gives me goosebumps:
I put on my jacket and shook Jakob's hand. I gently called out, "Bye Delilah...be a good girl!" On those words, Delilah came bolting downstairs and slid into my legs. She rubbed and rubbed against my legs as I patted her. Then she stopped and looked up into my eyes. She didn't just "look up". She looked DEEP into my eyes and I felt the "thank you". I haven't felt that deep communication from a cat in a long time and I could feel my eyes well with tears.
Everything would be OK for Delilah. I could feel it. It wasn't a coincidence that this little scrawny black cat with missing patches of hair found a home. It was nothing short of a miracle. Ask Delilah. :)
When I received an email from "Jakob" he indicated that he would like to adopt an easy going cat for his busy family with two younger children. Toddlers are a daunting problem for most cats, so finding the right fit for a cat matchmaker like me can be difficult.
I sent Jakob a few pictures including a video of the shelter, so he knows the plight of the animals and where the cat is coming from. I guess in my haste, I ended up sending him the wrong video. It wasn't a video of the shelter, but a video I recently posted with an unknown black cat that I gave a new donated "blankie".
Jakob said he watched the video with his 4 year old daughter who immediately became enamoured with "Delilah". In fact, his wife said she LOVES black cats. Everybody fell in love with Delilah. But the question for me would be: "Was Delilah a good family cat?"
I went to the shelter this morning and picked up Delilah. She purr'd in my arms while Kim and I set her down on the floor. She immediately flopped over for belly rubs while I roughly (like a Toddler might) rubbed her belly and gently pulled her tail. She didn't care....she wanted love and more of it!
Delilah was PERFECT!
Feeling a bit like Santa, I delivered my little black package into the city this afternoon and Jakob was thrilled with Delilah. She made herself right at home and mew'd at his feet when we walked into the kitchen. She knew that's a good spot for cats to eat! She happily trotted around the house and came back to rub against Jakob's legs. She disappeared upstairs to sniff around, so I figured it was my time to leave before rush-hour traffic. What happened next still gives me goosebumps:
I put on my jacket and shook Jakob's hand. I gently called out, "Bye Delilah...be a good girl!" On those words, Delilah came bolting downstairs and slid into my legs. She rubbed and rubbed against my legs as I patted her. Then she stopped and looked up into my eyes. She didn't just "look up". She looked DEEP into my eyes and I felt the "thank you". I haven't felt that deep communication from a cat in a long time and I could feel my eyes well with tears.
Everything would be OK for Delilah. I could feel it. It wasn't a coincidence that this little scrawny black cat with missing patches of hair found a home. It was nothing short of a miracle. Ask Delilah. :)
Friday, December 03, 2010
The Heart Knows What it Wants
"Now I've gone and dun it." I've rescued the world's cutest orange and white guy with a very broken foot:
"Stoney" is only 4-5 months old and completely darling. His poor little paw was swollen and he came into the shelter walking on 3 legs. Poor baby was severely dehydrated, so he must've been "out there" for a while.
So I let my heart rule and took a kitten that needs x-rays and treatment. I couldn't let him sit there in pain when I HAVE an available foster home. Argh. Most rescues will wait to rescue a guy like this when they actually *HAVE* money. But I've always lived my life like this; When all my friends were waiting until they had money to start a family, I got pregnant on my honeymoon and figured it all out later. Did it work? YES!
Update from the vet, Friday 5:30 pm: ALL of Stoney's toes are broken. He's going to require surgery and plates will have to be put in to stabilize his feet. Good Lord. :(
I found this little comic on Facebook this morning....thought I'd share:
I'm hopeful that the weekend will be uneventful. I spent much of last weekend doing rescue and was way too busy this week. I know of one special husband that needs some "marital bonding" (Not "Bondage"!!) and I'm hopeful for some Christmas shopping, dinner and a movie and time next to the fireplace...
I can only hope that it's so quiet :)
So I let my heart rule and took a kitten that needs x-rays and treatment. I couldn't let him sit there in pain when I HAVE an available foster home. Argh. Most rescues will wait to rescue a guy like this when they actually *HAVE* money. But I've always lived my life like this; When all my friends were waiting until they had money to start a family, I got pregnant on my honeymoon and figured it all out later. Did it work? YES!
Update from the vet, Friday 5:30 pm: ALL of Stoney's toes are broken. He's going to require surgery and plates will have to be put in to stabilize his feet. Good Lord. :(
I found this little comic on Facebook this morning....thought I'd share:
I'm hopeful that the weekend will be uneventful. I spent much of last weekend doing rescue and was way too busy this week. I know of one special husband that needs some "marital bonding" (Not "Bondage"!!) and I'm hopeful for some Christmas shopping, dinner and a movie and time next to the fireplace...
I can only hope that it's so quiet :)
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Meeting and Greeting
I love meeting new people! I had been working with Brandon over the past 6 years on several websites and had never met him. He unselfishly donates his time to the cats and is designing the Forever Home Cat Rescue website for me. FINALLY....I met him today and was able to add lots of kisses to Brandon's own two spoiled cats. Children of the world should have half as many toys as Brandon's cats! It's so nice to see cats that are loved like these two. Ahh...if they could ALL be loved like that.
My new website officially has a "Coming Soon" on it: Forever Home Cat Rescue
I had a "date" this afternoon to meet a single man in his early 40's looking to adopt a cat. He didn't care what the cat looked like - he just wanted to rescue somebody that needed him. I felt like a seasoned Cat Yenta. But there was no doubt when Dan saw "Nadia" he wanted her and the feeling was mutual. Nadia had been at the shelter the longest. She was exhibiting signs of distress and depression. Adoption couldn't have come at a better time for Nadia.
I called Dan this evening to see how Nadia was doing and I heard him chuckle. He said, "Beth, you'd never know that Nadia didn't live here her whole life. She's asleep in my lap right now. The only time she's left my side was to use her litterbox. She's the perfect cat for me!" (Insert happy dance!)
I also rescued little "Paisley" the firecracker tabby baby I featured yesterday. (Pictures coming tomorrow) She's quite a little character and I'm wondering if the name "Paisley" is too prissy for this goofy girl.
It's almost 8 pm and I'm exhausted. I didn't realize how much time I had spent in the car until I cleaned out 3 Tim Horton's empty coffee cups, an empty muffin wrapper, an empty McDonald's Filet O'Fish box and an warm Diet Coke. I need some nutrition...badly. Maybe tomorrow...(or not)
My new website officially has a "Coming Soon" on it: Forever Home Cat Rescue
I had a "date" this afternoon to meet a single man in his early 40's looking to adopt a cat. He didn't care what the cat looked like - he just wanted to rescue somebody that needed him. I felt like a seasoned Cat Yenta. But there was no doubt when Dan saw "Nadia" he wanted her and the feeling was mutual. Nadia had been at the shelter the longest. She was exhibiting signs of distress and depression. Adoption couldn't have come at a better time for Nadia.
I also rescued little "Paisley" the firecracker tabby baby I featured yesterday. (Pictures coming tomorrow) She's quite a little character and I'm wondering if the name "Paisley" is too prissy for this goofy girl.
It's almost 8 pm and I'm exhausted. I didn't realize how much time I had spent in the car until I cleaned out 3 Tim Horton's empty coffee cups, an empty muffin wrapper, an empty McDonald's Filet O'Fish box and an warm Diet Coke. I need some nutrition...badly. Maybe tomorrow...(or not)
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Jump On the Rescue Emotional Rollercoaster With Me!
Jump on the "Rescue Emotional Rollercoaster" with me! It has been one of those days where I was either high as a kite from good news, or pounding my fist on my desk with the bad.
I was incredibly sad to find that a cat that was to be rescued TODAY was killed yesterday. "Bryce" was very much wanted by a foster home and a rescue:
He had spent so much time at the shelter to only die there. There was nothing wrong with Bryce - only that his time was up and he was supposed to die. Couldn't they have kept him one more fucking day? I couldn't help but cry for him this afternoon. "I'm so sorry, Bryce..."
I met an active senior couple at the shelter this afternon. What a delightful pair they are! They drove 90 minutes to meet and adopt my buddy "Ozwald":
Ozwald had spent almost 3 hard months at this shelter. He was completely in love with this couple and I think the feeling was mutual. It was wonderful to watch them leave with him. He's going to be spoiled rotten...I can just tell!
Speaking of being "in love"....:
Little Paisley has some pretty bad diarrhea - probably parasites. But she needs a foster home - soon!!
UPDATE on Wednesday 8:42 pm: PAISLEY HAS A FOSTER HOME! I'm picking her up tomorrow morning! Thank you, Wendy!
I received a package in the mail today that I was THRILLED to receive! A really sweet lady had knitted a bunch of squares for the cats at the shelter to lay on. It's so sad that the majority of the cats sit on a single sheet of newspaper:
I wasn't kidding when I said it was a "Rescue Emotional Rollercoaster" today. I cried when I received those lovingly knitted cat beds just as hard as I cried when I heard Bryce was killed so needlessly.
What a day. What a sad, happy, crazy, day.
I was incredibly sad to find that a cat that was to be rescued TODAY was killed yesterday. "Bryce" was very much wanted by a foster home and a rescue:
I met an active senior couple at the shelter this afternon. What a delightful pair they are! They drove 90 minutes to meet and adopt my buddy "Ozwald":
Speaking of being "in love"....:
Little Paisley has some pretty bad diarrhea - probably parasites. But she needs a foster home - soon!!
UPDATE on Wednesday 8:42 pm: PAISLEY HAS A FOSTER HOME! I'm picking her up tomorrow morning! Thank you, Wendy!
I received a package in the mail today that I was THRILLED to receive! A really sweet lady had knitted a bunch of squares for the cats at the shelter to lay on. It's so sad that the majority of the cats sit on a single sheet of newspaper:
I wasn't kidding when I said it was a "Rescue Emotional Rollercoaster" today. I cried when I received those lovingly knitted cat beds just as hard as I cried when I heard Bryce was killed so needlessly.
What a day. What a sad, happy, crazy, day.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Anal Planner Updates
Is it really November 30th? "I won't panic...I won't panic....I can get everything done!" When I heard that the weather was going to be dark and rainy today I decided I would seize the day by doing lots of administrative preparations, put up Christmas decorations, do laundry, etc. My age must be catching up with me. David and I were out last night until after midnight and I woke up this morning feeling hungover (even though I don't drink) and crabby. It took me 3 cups of coffee to feel enough energy to go to the petstore and buy cat food.
I managed to finish my Foster Home "Frequently Asked Questions" information sheet and set up a spreadsheet to keep track of foster cats and foster homes. To me, organization is the key to success. I'm definitely a "planner". Rarely, will I "swing by" the local movie theatre to see what's playing. I need to actually look at the list and show up at an assigned time. Needless to say, it drove me crazy that I wasn't doing all the things I had planned to do today. Even the breakfast dishes are in the sink and I'm about to start dinner!
Kirstie A, who is one of my blog readers was kind enough to send me an email with a logo idea. It's funny that she had the same reservations about my logo that I did. There was something not quite right with the cat! On her own, she sent me a new logo and I absolutely LOVE it. So I'm re-introducing my logo:
Seriously! How cute is the cat on this logo?? Love it! Love it! Thank you so much Kirstie for doing this for me! I'm thrilled!!!
Thursday, I'm meeting with a friend who has offered to designed the Forever Home Cat Rescue website. It's a huge job, but Brandon knows his stuff. :)
Best of all - I'm meeting a WONDERFUL couple tomorrow night who want to adopt "Ozwald" from the shelter. Ozwald has been having a tough time lately and has been there too long. I'm really excited about this adoption!
Tonight? A good night's sleep...ZZZzzzzZZZZzzzz
I managed to finish my Foster Home "Frequently Asked Questions" information sheet and set up a spreadsheet to keep track of foster cats and foster homes. To me, organization is the key to success. I'm definitely a "planner". Rarely, will I "swing by" the local movie theatre to see what's playing. I need to actually look at the list and show up at an assigned time. Needless to say, it drove me crazy that I wasn't doing all the things I had planned to do today. Even the breakfast dishes are in the sink and I'm about to start dinner!
Kirstie A, who is one of my blog readers was kind enough to send me an email with a logo idea. It's funny that she had the same reservations about my logo that I did. There was something not quite right with the cat! On her own, she sent me a new logo and I absolutely LOVE it. So I'm re-introducing my logo:
Thursday, I'm meeting with a friend who has offered to designed the Forever Home Cat Rescue website. It's a huge job, but Brandon knows his stuff. :)
Best of all - I'm meeting a WONDERFUL couple tomorrow night who want to adopt "Ozwald" from the shelter. Ozwald has been having a tough time lately and has been there too long. I'm really excited about this adoption!
Tonight? A good night's sleep...ZZZzzzzZZZZzzzz
Monday, November 29, 2010
A *Joy*- Filled Day
As predicted, I didn't sleep well last night. But I went to sleep knowing that I would rescue "Joy" in the morning! I could hardly wait to hop in the car and head out to get my girl.
Her cage card read: "Hold" or "PTS" (Put to sleep) Not for our Joy:
Imagine my surprise when she WALKED out of the cage! She definitely wasn't feeling great, but she knew something good was going to happen. :) I drove Joy 80 minutes to a veterinarian far North of the city. As I type this, she's being examined and has a HUGE fluffy towel to sleep on. Hurray!
I also rescued "Rusty" today:
I received a phone call from a another rescue. They had an adopter looking for a 4 month old kitten and "did I have anything to fit the bill at the shelter?" "Hell yes, I do!" I drove into Toronto with Rusty this morning and met a VERY excited new Mom. Rusty flopped over in her lap purring. It was love at first sight.
Tonight, David and I are going to dinner and the theatre with our (nice) neighbours. They just adopted a dog from a rescue and it's been really special getting to know them with "Rescue" as the common denominator. I'm exhausted, butgulping sipping my coffee quickly with hope to not fall asleep during Fiddler on The Roof tonight.
Thank you to all involved. Today has truly been a day filled with Joy!
Imagine my surprise when she WALKED out of the cage! She definitely wasn't feeling great, but she knew something good was going to happen. :) I drove Joy 80 minutes to a veterinarian far North of the city. As I type this, she's being examined and has a HUGE fluffy towel to sleep on. Hurray!
I also rescued "Rusty" today:
Tonight, David and I are going to dinner and the theatre with our (nice) neighbours. They just adopted a dog from a rescue and it's been really special getting to know them with "Rescue" as the common denominator. I'm exhausted, but
Thank you to all involved. Today has truly been a day filled with Joy!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
"JOY" An Emergency Plea!
I had truly an amazing rescue day today, but have found that the events pertaining to the rescue need to wait while I try to find emergency placement for a sweet girl named "Joy".
At some point in her sad life, somebody put a collar on Joy. She must've been desperate to get out of the collar, because she fit her left front paw into the collar, where it lodged into her armpit. There the collar stayed until it grew painfully into her skin.
(if you're squeamish, please read no further - graphic pictures ahead)
I can't imagine how much pain she must be feeling. Her leg isn't broken, but the hole under her arm needs to be cleaned and sutured. I wanted to rescue her today so badly, but with a new rescue like mine, I am fearful to knowingly take cats that might be so expensive to treat.
Instead, I'm asking for an emergency rescue of this darling little girl. She seemed fine with other cats at the shelter (hissed at a big Tom cat...lol). She walks gingerly, so you know she must be in pain.
If you can help Joy, please let me know or alert the rescue you are affiliated with to help her.
I'm going to have trouble sleeping until this girl is rescued. Please link to this post!
At some point in her sad life, somebody put a collar on Joy. She must've been desperate to get out of the collar, because she fit her left front paw into the collar, where it lodged into her armpit. There the collar stayed until it grew painfully into her skin.
(if you're squeamish, please read no further - graphic pictures ahead)
Instead, I'm asking for an emergency rescue of this darling little girl. She seemed fine with other cats at the shelter (hissed at a big Tom cat...lol). She walks gingerly, so you know she must be in pain.
If you can help Joy, please let me know or alert the rescue you are affiliated with to help her.
I'm going to have trouble sleeping until this girl is rescued. Please link to this post!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Jumping Into the Deep End
The leaps that I'm taking seem to be getting bigger and bigger! I'm please to announce that I've rescued my first two cats for Forever Home Cat Rescue:
Then I couldn't help but rescue THIS little girl too:
I didn't realize how tense I was until I got to the vet's office and looked in the mirror to fix my hair. My face looked positively *pinched*. I can only pray that the vet doesn't come back and say that Magda needs dental, or something is wrong with the little Tortie. I did my best to choose cats that would fit in beautifully in the foster homes and are adoptable.
I'm very grateful to the two foster Moms that stepped forward to rescue these two cats. They know with the holidays AND a new rescue, it could take a little while to get these cuties adopted.
On another exciting note, I've finally finished my logo for Forever Home Cat Rescue! I hope you like it - making a logo isn't as easy as it sounds! (remember - this isn't the banner - just the logo)
I took the leap into the deep end today and I couldn't be happier or more frightened. I feel extremely responsible for the little lives that I rescued today and for the foster homes who had faith in me enough to take the jump with me.
As I typed this last paragraph, I received a phone call from another new foster Mom wanting to join in this new adventure with me.
Looks like I'm going back to the shelter!!! :)
Then I couldn't help but rescue THIS little girl too:
I didn't realize how tense I was until I got to the vet's office and looked in the mirror to fix my hair. My face looked positively *pinched*. I can only pray that the vet doesn't come back and say that Magda needs dental, or something is wrong with the little Tortie. I did my best to choose cats that would fit in beautifully in the foster homes and are adoptable.
I'm very grateful to the two foster Moms that stepped forward to rescue these two cats. They know with the holidays AND a new rescue, it could take a little while to get these cuties adopted.
On another exciting note, I've finally finished my logo for Forever Home Cat Rescue! I hope you like it - making a logo isn't as easy as it sounds! (remember - this isn't the banner - just the logo)
As I typed this last paragraph, I received a phone call from another new foster Mom wanting to join in this new adventure with me.
Looks like I'm going back to the shelter!!! :)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Forging Ahead
Everytime I hear of a problem or issue within another rescue I begin to feel a frozen knot in the pit of my stomach. All it takes is hearing idle chit-chat about a sick cat and huge veterinary bills, or a cat that has to be moved due to a personality problem - and I feel sick to my stomach. Regardless, it's the part of rescue that nobody likes and certainly frightens me the most about starting my own rescue.
I'm no stranger to cat-related problems. It happens to EVERY rescue. I know how to deal with them. But my resources will be limited for a while and that's the part that I find a bit paralyzing.
Just when I thought I was going to have some kind of menopausal freak out about the whole thing, I found an old video that I never posted here. I don't know why I didn't post it, but I had goosebumps when I watched it. You may have to watch it twice. (The cat has long been rescued, so don't worry!) ***Listen to the dogs in the background beginning at about 13 seconds into the video.***
I don't believe in coincidences. Just as I was feeling weak and cowardly, I found that video. That video reminded me in so many ways why I need to keep forging ahead.
"Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow." ~Dan Rather
I'm no stranger to cat-related problems. It happens to EVERY rescue. I know how to deal with them. But my resources will be limited for a while and that's the part that I find a bit paralyzing.
Just when I thought I was going to have some kind of menopausal freak out about the whole thing, I found an old video that I never posted here. I don't know why I didn't post it, but I had goosebumps when I watched it. You may have to watch it twice. (The cat has long been rescued, so don't worry!) ***Listen to the dogs in the background beginning at about 13 seconds into the video.***
I don't believe in coincidences. Just as I was feeling weak and cowardly, I found that video. That video reminded me in so many ways why I need to keep forging ahead.
"Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow." ~Dan Rather
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Gratitude
It's funny how a small thing like getting a phone call from the Charities Directorate could make me leap for joy. All they wanted to know was my birthdate which was missing from the application. I was just happy that they received my frickin' application! I wanted to exclaim: "YOU HAVE MY APPLICATION! YAY!" I wanted to tell them to "hurry please", but instead I said "thank you" in my most professional voice. The Charities Directorate rep quickly hung up the phone; probably grateful that I didn't ask any further questions about processing etc.
My 19 year old son has been diligently job hunting for two months. He's off to school in September 2011, so obviously wanted to work in the interim. He's a handsome, well spoken, good guy, so I was surprised when the job offers weren't rolling in for him. Since his car accident a few months ago, I've beenreluctantly sharing my car horrified.Today he had an opportunity to go to a job fair, at precisely the same time I was due at the shelter for an adoption.
I hate having to choose between helping my charming son (who often has a bad attitude about his mother) and doing an adoption at the shelter. Because quite frankly, my kid would normally lose out. Gratefully, I called my friend Kathleen who quickly agreed to meet the adopter at the shelter for me so that my son could go out and be a productive member of society.
Together, they chose one of MY favourites and one of Kathleen's favourites! TWO cats found homes today:
Yay for Bennie!
Another great day for me and the cats. On the eve of the American Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for so much that listing it here seems boastful.
One more thing? (My son has a second) interview at one of the stores he interviewed with today)
My 19 year old son has been diligently job hunting for two months. He's off to school in September 2011, so obviously wanted to work in the interim. He's a handsome, well spoken, good guy, so I was surprised when the job offers weren't rolling in for him. Since his car accident a few months ago, I've been
I hate having to choose between helping my charming son (who often has a bad attitude about his mother) and doing an adoption at the shelter. Because quite frankly, my kid would normally lose out. Gratefully, I called my friend Kathleen who quickly agreed to meet the adopter at the shelter for me so that my son could go out and be a productive member of society.
Together, they chose one of MY favourites and one of Kathleen's favourites! TWO cats found homes today:
Yay for Randy!
Another great day for me and the cats. On the eve of the American Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for so much that listing it here seems boastful.
One more thing? (My son has a second) interview at one of the stores he interviewed with today)
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Foiled by Technology!
Please forgive the delay in posting this! I came home to find my internet turned off due to some "trojan worm" or some kind of icky sounding thing. The provider said it was nasty and I'm just now getting back online. Part of me was relieved that I wasn't chained to emails today, and another part of me was pacing like a lion in a cage until I was back online. Thank God there was nothing life-urgent with the cats that I needed to respond to in the interim.
I'm SO happy to report that "Dale" has been rescued today. I saw the little guy while I was working with an adopter today and he looked awful. His face was cut open in several places and swollen. Thank heavens he was rescued. I'm so grateful.
I spent 3 hours at the shelter today working with one adopter and her darling 3 year old little boy. Part of my job is to find the right match for this family, but the other part is to insure that they don't get overwhelmed. Despite my best efforts, she became overwhelmed and it became an agonizing choice for them. (Thus the 3 hours!) They finally decided on "Marv":
If she hadn't taken Marv home - I would've. He was the sweetest, gooey, 8 month old dollface!!! He literally went limp in my arms. I didn't want to hand him over. Hahaha :)
Thought you might a completely delightful before and after picture:
Doesn't Ernest have a pitiful little face? Within an hour, Ernest's new picture arrived:
Hardly looks like the same boy!!!! Doesn't he look happy in his Daddy's arms? He hadn't met Ernest until after the adoption. Looks like they're BOTH pretty happy, eh? :)
I'm terrified that the internet is going to shut down again before I can push PUBLISH on the blog post. I think I have the problem handled, but it's left me feeling uneasy.
Tomorrow, I'm meeting a really nice sounding young lady at the shelter who is interested in adopting TWO cats! I think I have JUST the cats..... (wahoo!)
I'm SO happy to report that "Dale" has been rescued today. I saw the little guy while I was working with an adopter today and he looked awful. His face was cut open in several places and swollen. Thank heavens he was rescued. I'm so grateful.
I spent 3 hours at the shelter today working with one adopter and her darling 3 year old little boy. Part of my job is to find the right match for this family, but the other part is to insure that they don't get overwhelmed. Despite my best efforts, she became overwhelmed and it became an agonizing choice for them. (Thus the 3 hours!) They finally decided on "Marv":
Thought you might a completely delightful before and after picture:
Hardly looks like the same boy!!!! Doesn't he look happy in his Daddy's arms? He hadn't met Ernest until after the adoption. Looks like they're BOTH pretty happy, eh? :)
I'm terrified that the internet is going to shut down again before I can push PUBLISH on the blog post. I think I have the problem handled, but it's left me feeling uneasy.
Tomorrow, I'm meeting a really nice sounding young lady at the shelter who is interested in adopting TWO cats! I think I have JUST the cats..... (wahoo!)
Monday, November 22, 2010
Ernest & Dale
Last week I received an email from a fellow rescuer who asked me if there were any Maine Coon kittens at the shelter. She has a friend looking for one, and (in typical rescuer style) was horrified to find this lady had been calling breeders. At that time, there weren't even any look-alikes, but I kept the name in my files.
When Ernest was brought into the shelter, I thought of this lady:
Ernest was brought into the shelter as a stray. He was SO SCARED in this picture, but settled in nicely. He purr'd when I pet him and rubbed into my hand. Purebred Maine Coon? Probably not. But he's 16 weeks of fluffy cuteness, so I called the adopter. Tiina was lovely! On my description and say-so, she wanted Ernest. We met at the local Tim Horton's where she burst into tears as soon as she saw her new family member. "How could anyone leave this kitten at a high kill shelter?" She was incredulous.
Maybe I've just become accustomed to the stupidity of others and it takes so much more to shock me these days. Regardless, Ernest has a home! :)
I've got another REALLY urgent plea. "Dale" is not doing well in a shelter cage....well, watch the video and you'll see what I mean:
When I got to the shelter this morning, there was blood all over the cage from where he tore his feet on the bars. His face has been broken open and was bleeding from pressing himself against the bars. I feel as desperate and he looks to get him out of the cage. When I picked him up, he put his paws around my neck. I tried to lean him back into his cage and he wouldn't go. I had to pry him off my neck.
We both cried when I left. I'm so worried that they're going to euthanize him tomorrow morning because he's so upset in his cage.
I hate it when I'm doing something good like getting Ernest adopted, but leave with such a heavy heart over another cat. Please help Dale. :(
When Ernest was brought into the shelter, I thought of this lady:
Maybe I've just become accustomed to the stupidity of others and it takes so much more to shock me these days. Regardless, Ernest has a home! :)
I've got another REALLY urgent plea. "Dale" is not doing well in a shelter cage....well, watch the video and you'll see what I mean:
When I got to the shelter this morning, there was blood all over the cage from where he tore his feet on the bars. His face has been broken open and was bleeding from pressing himself against the bars. I feel as desperate and he looks to get him out of the cage. When I picked him up, he put his paws around my neck. I tried to lean him back into his cage and he wouldn't go. I had to pry him off my neck.
We both cried when I left. I'm so worried that they're going to euthanize him tomorrow morning because he's so upset in his cage.
I hate it when I'm doing something good like getting Ernest adopted, but leave with such a heavy heart over another cat. Please help Dale. :(
Friday, November 19, 2010
Sheldon and A Happy Friday
David took the day off today to do some kind of male prostate roto-rooter or something like that. I find it amusing that men feel the need to take a full day off for that sort of thing. I'm happy to report, that I had a far more enjoyable day than my husband:
Yes, I rescued little Sheldon today! I think the best part of this video is watching my two hooligan tabbies swiping at each other in the background. :)
I have a wonderful volunteer driver taking Mr. Sheldon to his new home, which will no doubt turn out to be a forever home. Thank you Jennifer!!! Many thank you's to those who rallied to help Sheldon. He's quite a little character.
More good news to report: Forever Home Cat Rescue has received it's first monetary donation! This was really exciting for me. I needed to establish a "pipeline" of money in order to begin rescuing and vetting cats in January. Tomorrow, I'm going to my bank and open an account especially for the rescue. (*insert nervous laugh here*)
I'm starting to see some REAL changes happening at the shelter, thanks to the new manager over there. They've changed their name from Animal Control to "Animal Services". There's now a big sign on the shelter door entering the animal area, "We Want To Go Home!" I started to cry when I saw it. The changes are slow - lots of approvals need to happen first. But they WILL happen and I'm so happy to be part of this change.
It was a good day....a really, really, good day. Keep 'em coming!
Yes, I rescued little Sheldon today! I think the best part of this video is watching my two hooligan tabbies swiping at each other in the background. :)
I have a wonderful volunteer driver taking Mr. Sheldon to his new home, which will no doubt turn out to be a forever home. Thank you Jennifer!!! Many thank you's to those who rallied to help Sheldon. He's quite a little character.
More good news to report: Forever Home Cat Rescue has received it's first monetary donation! This was really exciting for me. I needed to establish a "pipeline" of money in order to begin rescuing and vetting cats in January. Tomorrow, I'm going to my bank and open an account especially for the rescue. (*insert nervous laugh here*)
I'm starting to see some REAL changes happening at the shelter, thanks to the new manager over there. They've changed their name from Animal Control to "Animal Services". There's now a big sign on the shelter door entering the animal area, "We Want To Go Home!" I started to cry when I saw it. The changes are slow - lots of approvals need to happen first. But they WILL happen and I'm so happy to be part of this change.
It was a good day....a really, really, good day. Keep 'em coming!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Blind Faith and an Urgent Plea
It feels like every day I take some kind of leap of faith towards opening my rescue within the next month and a half. Some days are harder than others to take that leap.
Any type of animal rescue has it's good days and bad days. I've stayed in touch with many foster homes from the former rescue and have enjoyed their stories of their new cats saved and adjustment periods. Sometimes the stories they tell are reminders of the not-so-great part about running a rescue. Those are the stories that leave me in a state of anxiety. But I keep pushing forward...
Today, I rented a postal box in my neighbourhood. Oddly enough, the owner of the UPS store is involved with Ferret Rescue and told me there are two dog rescues that use the postal boxes. Then she offered 3 months for free if I paid for 1 year up front. Maybe it was a sign :)
Sooo my new address:
This little guy needs to get out of there. He's alone with nobody to love him or make sure that he's eating properly. He must wonder what happened to his siblings and his Mommy. If you can help him, please let me know. I'm naming him "Sheldon".
Any type of animal rescue has it's good days and bad days. I've stayed in touch with many foster homes from the former rescue and have enjoyed their stories of their new cats saved and adjustment periods. Sometimes the stories they tell are reminders of the not-so-great part about running a rescue. Those are the stories that leave me in a state of anxiety. But I keep pushing forward...
Today, I rented a postal box in my neighbourhood. Oddly enough, the owner of the UPS store is involved with Ferret Rescue and told me there are two dog rescues that use the postal boxes. Then she offered 3 months for free if I paid for 1 year up front. Maybe it was a sign :)
Sooo my new address:
Forever Home Cat Rescue
115 George St. Box #438
Oakville, ON L6J0A2
AN URGENT PLEA:
Kim called me yesterday and asked me for help with a TINY kitten - about 4 weeks old. He came into the shelter alone - no Mommy:
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Hello Dolly!
Ever since I've posted a cat rescue phone number on Petfinder, I've been bombarded with phone calls from the public wanting to surrender their cats. I've been getting 3-4 calls per day! Most of the time, they just leave their name, "Hi, this is Mrs. Jones - please call me at yada yada yada..." I'm always hopeful it's somebody who wants to adopt from the shelter. It's so deflating to hear some lame excuse about dumping a cat.
I think what I'm going to do is start duplicating the efforts at the shelter and post some of the pictures on my Petfinder site. Maybe the additional exposure will help. I'll only post the cats that I know so that I can give a brief bio too. At least my Petfinder site won't be totally bare until January!
I decided to call the Charities Directorate yesterday to see if they received my application package. I could hear the clerk *click* *click* on the computer. "Sorry. It's not in the system yet." Bah! (Be patient Beth....be patient.)
There was another cat at the shelter that really spoke to my heart. Her name is "Dolly":
When Dolly first arrived at the shelter, the staff thought she was a VERY OLD senior. After looking at her teeth, they realized that this sweet little muffin is only about 1 year old. Dolly was starving. I've seen a lot of cats who are "boney", but nothing like Dolly. I don't know how she is still alive. Dolly is a survivor! She is not only alive, but purring, kneading and will headbutt your hand. Even the Animal Control officer that found her loved her and wants to see her rescued. She's such a gentle, sweet soul.
If you can help Dolly - please let me know right away. The euthanasia days are now Tuesday and Thursday, so Dolly may not have much time left.
Damn. I wish these things didn't hurt so much.
UPDATE: DOLLY IS BEING RESCUED TODAY!!! Whoopie!!!!!!!!
I think what I'm going to do is start duplicating the efforts at the shelter and post some of the pictures on my Petfinder site. Maybe the additional exposure will help. I'll only post the cats that I know so that I can give a brief bio too. At least my Petfinder site won't be totally bare until January!
I decided to call the Charities Directorate yesterday to see if they received my application package. I could hear the clerk *click* *click* on the computer. "Sorry. It's not in the system yet." Bah! (Be patient Beth....be patient.)
There was another cat at the shelter that really spoke to my heart. Her name is "Dolly":
If you can help Dolly - please let me know right away. The euthanasia days are now Tuesday and Thursday, so Dolly may not have much time left.
Damn. I wish these things didn't hurt so much.
UPDATE: DOLLY IS BEING RESCUED TODAY!!! Whoopie!!!!!!!!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Just Another Monday
I'm still feeling pretty rotten. I think I was sick this time last year. It's nothing earth shattering - just a cold, but it's certainly left me feeling less than my happy self. So when I had an opportunity to go to the shelter this morning to rescue a black kitten, I decided to jump on it. Sometimes pretending like you're feeling well makes you feel better. I'm happy to say "Falcor" is out of the shelter:
I ran across a cat that really tore at my heart strings. I wish I had brought a camera and took a video of this guy. His name is Teddy:
"Teddy" looks like a pretty friendly normal lookin' cat. But I swear - I don't think his voice ever changed! He sounds like a kitten!!! It's the most endearing thing I've ever seen. I kept hearing this frantic Mew that only a kitten could make but I couldn't find where the sound was coming from. Until I walked up to Teddy's cage! OMG...I love this guy! He's such a sweet cat - already neutered too! I'd probably want to name him "Wimpy" :)
Then I met a very sweet guy named "Gill":
Gill only has half a tail! He was literally sitting in front of his age with both paws casually hanging out of the bars. What a character!! He looked like a prison inmate that was watching the action from his cell.
Finally, the shelter has stopped euthanizing 3 times per week and is now on their winter Tuesday/Thursday euthanasia days. It's a sign that things are slowing down and everybody can take a deep breath. It's a time where some of the adults - like Teddy and Gill - have a chance of getting out of the shelter that otherwise would've been put down.
From now until after Christmas, I really feel the push to get as many adult cats out as I can. I want them to have a home (even if it's temporary) for Christmas.
I ran across a cat that really tore at my heart strings. I wish I had brought a camera and took a video of this guy. His name is Teddy:
Then I met a very sweet guy named "Gill":
Finally, the shelter has stopped euthanizing 3 times per week and is now on their winter Tuesday/Thursday euthanasia days. It's a sign that things are slowing down and everybody can take a deep breath. It's a time where some of the adults - like Teddy and Gill - have a chance of getting out of the shelter that otherwise would've been put down.
From now until after Christmas, I really feel the push to get as many adult cats out as I can. I want them to have a home (even if it's temporary) for Christmas.
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Friday Montage
Boredom set in early today. Maybe it was the gloomy day. Maybe it was because I was sick. But it was pretty dull around the Turner house today.
I'm happy to announce that I've been approved through Petfinder.com and now have a VERY simple Petfinder presence. Since there are no cats for adoption, the only phone calls I've been receiving are from people who have either found a cat or want to surrender a cat. It doesn't take long, does it? I've asked for new volunteer foster homes beginning in January, so hopefully we'll be able to start rescuing soon. :)
I have a confession to make. Anybody who is married or living with a partner might be able to relate to what I'm about to confess.
Last night at 3 a.m, our VERY old dog "Maggie" started whining to go outside. She went back and forth - first to me....then to David. She'd periodically give a high pitched YIP!, but we basically both ignored her. I ignored her because I was sick and felt that David needed to get out of our warm bed and let her outside. Somewhere at 4 a.m, in a huff I whipped back the covers, put on a robe and trudged downstairs to let Maggie outside to pee. She came back dutifully, and I decided to use the washroom while I was up.
To my horror, my poor old dog must've had some pretty urgent tummy troubles at 3 a.m, because there in front of the toilet was the BIGGEST pile of diarrhea I had ever seen. She must've walked all around the washroom letting it drip. It was awful and I felt terribly guilty for ignoring her for an hour. But maybe not guilty enough, because I used another washroom in the house and tiptoed back to bed, leaving the mound of diarrhea in the washroom floor.
David gets up at 5 a.m. to go to work. I knew he'd be the first to see it. I heard him turn off the alarm clock and pull back the covers. Something I've heard him do hundreds of times in our marriage. He walked into our washroom and I could hear him stop. He sighed. He coughed. I buried my head into the pillow to stifle a laugh. I could hear him pull tissue after tissue out of the box of Kleenex. The toilet must've flushed a dozen times.
I feel guilty. I really do. I've been bored all day and the poor guy had to clean up a HUGE pile of poop before leaving for work at 6 a.m.. Me? I had my nails done, took cold medicine, and read a book by the fire. I suck.
Here's the evidence of my boredom:
Looks like I have some making up to do this weekend. French Maid outfit might be coming out. :)
I'm happy to announce that I've been approved through Petfinder.com and now have a VERY simple Petfinder presence. Since there are no cats for adoption, the only phone calls I've been receiving are from people who have either found a cat or want to surrender a cat. It doesn't take long, does it? I've asked for new volunteer foster homes beginning in January, so hopefully we'll be able to start rescuing soon. :)
I have a confession to make. Anybody who is married or living with a partner might be able to relate to what I'm about to confess.
Last night at 3 a.m, our VERY old dog "Maggie" started whining to go outside. She went back and forth - first to me....then to David. She'd periodically give a high pitched YIP!, but we basically both ignored her. I ignored her because I was sick and felt that David needed to get out of our warm bed and let her outside. Somewhere at 4 a.m, in a huff I whipped back the covers, put on a robe and trudged downstairs to let Maggie outside to pee. She came back dutifully, and I decided to use the washroom while I was up.
To my horror, my poor old dog must've had some pretty urgent tummy troubles at 3 a.m, because there in front of the toilet was the BIGGEST pile of diarrhea I had ever seen. She must've walked all around the washroom letting it drip. It was awful and I felt terribly guilty for ignoring her for an hour. But maybe not guilty enough, because I used another washroom in the house and tiptoed back to bed, leaving the mound of diarrhea in the washroom floor.
David gets up at 5 a.m. to go to work. I knew he'd be the first to see it. I heard him turn off the alarm clock and pull back the covers. Something I've heard him do hundreds of times in our marriage. He walked into our washroom and I could hear him stop. He sighed. He coughed. I buried my head into the pillow to stifle a laugh. I could hear him pull tissue after tissue out of the box of Kleenex. The toilet must've flushed a dozen times.
I feel guilty. I really do. I've been bored all day and the poor guy had to clean up a HUGE pile of poop before leaving for work at 6 a.m.. Me? I had my nails done, took cold medicine, and read a book by the fire. I suck.
Here's the evidence of my boredom:
Looks like I have some making up to do this weekend. French Maid outfit might be coming out. :)
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