Today's rescue was really terrific despite my cranky, burned out attitude:
I renamed this little monkey "Bob". I also rescued a buddy for him but don't have her picture. He's a curtain climber for sure!
This is "Alice". I rescued her for a new foster Mom. She's a VERY sweet little girl that came into the shelter already spayed and declawed.
Nine days ago a woman inquired about adopting Alice directly from the shelter. She's contacted me via email every day for 9 days telling me that she's been "too busy to call me". I kept telling her the importance of the call...please don't delay....euthanasia...yada, yada, yada. I needed to speak with her and screen her as a potential adopter. As I read through her latest email apologizing for not calling again last night, I became madder and madder. I want to write her back and say, "Alice died, because you were too eff'ing busy."
I won't send that email. But it sure felt good to type it here. Unfortunately, it could've easily been the truth.
On my way home from dropping off the kittens, I stopped at a local clothing store and bought myself some things that I didn't really need. "Retail therapy"....I swear they invented that saying for me.
I think I'm really feeling the pressure of the pending kitten season. It hasn't arrived yet, but it's looming. Craigslist is already full of people trying to dump their cats for stupid reasons, and those cats are taking up adoptive homes from MY cats that are scheduled to die.
There's a VERY sweet Mom that just delivered a litter of gorgeous kittens - little dilute calicos..I'm worried about this family making it through the euthanasia day on Friday:But then again, I always worry.