Yesterday, while I was at the shelter I rescued a darling little senior girl named "Gertie":
What a surprise to have a foster home come forward for her! She's such a little lovechop. :)
I had anticipated taking her to meet her foster family today, but the vet called and said Gertie had one infected tooth that "REALLY" needed to come out. Soooo...Gertie remains at the vets.
Maybe it's just as well, since my car is out of commission today...
My sons are under the impression that I drive a "cool car" and often ask me if they can drive it on dates, quick errands etc. - even though they both have their own cars. I'm not stupid - I'm sure they drive it too fast, with the stereo up too loud and act like idiots. Sure enough - I get "the call":
Son: Mom. Don't panic. Everything is OK, but two of your tires blew out and the car is in the ditch.
Me: TWO? Are you ok?
Son: Oh sure. I'm fine. But the rims are busted and there was a "BOOM" when the tires blew out.***Fast forward to the car dealership...
Dealer: Um...Mrs. Turner...whomever drove your car REALLY screwed up the tires. They were driving too fast and hit something really hard to cause this kind of damage. I have no idea what else is wrong with the car until we look at it. It'll be ready next week.
Me: Must. Kill. Son.
***While this has nothing to do with cat rescue, I sure feel better writing about it. I've decided that teenage boys basically have no brain at all, and I don't think that anyone with a teenage son will disagree with me.
Although I love my car, I think it's ridiculous to have a "cool car" for cat rescue. Maybe I was having a midlife crisis when I bought it two years ago, or maybe I felt like I deserved a "cool car". Regardless, it's really lame to have something that doesn't really fit in with my lifestyle.
Although I could probably solve the problem simply with a $.99 rainbow sticker on the back windshield and a "I love my cats" bumper sticker.