I received an email from another rescue organization last night about my favourite little girl Chase. She asked if I liked Chase (YES!!), and if Chase is a nice cat, (OMG...YES!). Chase is one of those cats that made me feel guilty every time I'd go into the shelter. She was in the dog holding area where the staff often puts bigger cats and she was between a barking dog and a big ol' turkey. Chase didn't care - she just wanted to be loved. The director of the other rescue organization reads my blog and couldn't stop thinking about Chase, after she read the story. (*goosebumps*)
Every time I'd call Chase's name, she'd come running to the front. She's a little bowling ball - chubby with tiny little legs. I couldn't stop kissing her today...finally, the guilt is over! I rescued Chase and met with the other rescue and gave her to them. They're a top notch rescue, so I know she'll be in good hands.
I also rescued "Pongo":
Pongo is a Maine Coone that was brought into the shelter and put into Quarantine for biting his finder. What they didn't say, is that Pongo had such severe matts to his fur that his skin was ripping and bleeding. If somebody picked ME up in that condition, I'd bite 'em too. It must've been brutally painful. He's been at the shelter for more than a month in that condition. He couldn't even walk. He just flopped over.
I got a call from Kim last night asking me to help with a cat named "Corky" at the shelter. She said that Corky kept slamming his face against the door of the cage and his eyes and the top of his head were swollen and bleeding. I'm convinced, just like us, cats get claustrophobia. Kim wasn't working today, but she said there's be a sign on the cage so I'd know which cat I should take.
I walked through the aisles of cages and came to this:Needless to say, Corky came home with me :) He licked my face and didn't stop purring. He's about 5 months old and has a pink nose. I love him already. :)
Some very exciting news: A large veterinary office contacted me. They run a decent size rescue out of their clinic. They had heard through one of our awesome foster homes what happens at this high-kill shelter and they want to help the nursing Moms and kittens! As I type this blog post, they're meeting with Kim at the shelter to take a tour and pick up the little families! I wish I could be there for the meeting, but the timing didn't work out for me.
Tomorrow is another rescue day and am anxious to get the list of the cats to rescue. I'm not really involved with picking these cats, but am hoping that some of my favourites will be on that list. The shelter wasn't overly full today, so I'm praying the euthanasia day will be small tomorrow. I guess people didn't want to surrender Mom's cat on Mother's Day.
It was really nice working with other rescues today. It keeps me out of isolation and it's an opportunity to tell new groups about the plight at this particular shelter. I have an ongoing fantasy that there are no cats at the shelter to rescue, and 10 different rescue groups start fighting over one litter of kittens that were brought in....
How cool would that be?