This is usually a busy time for rescue, but I really haven't been on the rescue-side of things. Cats are being rescued - just not by me. January is generally a wonderful time for adoptions, healthy cats at the shelter, and slow euthanasia rates.
I've considered starting my own rescue again, but I've enjoyed the freedom of being merely a foster parent gives me. No more midnight hysterical phone calls from foster parents and I don't have to worry about veterinary bills.
I'm still responding to adoption emails that come into the shelter from people who saw a cat on their website. I guess that's where my heart is - at that shelter. I wish they'd start an adoption program. I'd be the first in line to ask for a job. (Me? A job?)
Strange, that I'm being so impatient about this. I've been overly busy with rescue for many years without ever having a paid job. You'd think that I'd be thrilled to have some downtime to learn French or workout at the gym. (*puke*) My youngest son tells me that I'm driving him crazy with my constant nagging and questions regarding his academic future.
I'm not sure why, but I feel like this is a turning point for me. Something is going to happen. I don't know what it is, or if it's good or bad...but whatever it is, it requires my schedule to be free. Because suddenly that's what I have - a free schedule. Weird and a little frightening.
Until this revelation reveals itself, y'all are going to be stuck looking at cute pictures of Boris - this time with his new best buddy "Thomas":