Today was one of those days. I walked into the shelter to find a Mom cat that was obviously hopelessly feral with the sweetest little litter of six kittens:
It's hard to see them, but they're fluffy and there's a bunch of little Torties in there, I think. I haven't been able to get close enough. Sadly, this Mom cat will die tomorrow. Her kittens will die with her unless we can find somebody to take all six. I have a lead on someone that sounds very nice, so I'm hopeful we can save her babies tomorrow after Mom is gone.
She's such a good Mom and it rips my heart into a million pieces that she has to die because somebody abandoned her at some point in her life.
On a happier note, I rescued a HUGE shelter favourite today - "Graham":
I didn't go in to rescue Graham today, but I couldn't leave him behind one more time. Graham is one of those cats with huge doe eyes and lays on his back and kneads in the air with his paws. He has been at the shelter for 2 and a half months waiting for rescue, but not euthanized because he's so sweet.
When I brought Graham to the veterinary clinic today, he sniffed at "Bob" the clinic cat and licked the top of his head. Love that boy!
I also rescued a cute little girl named "Tortalini":
Tortalini could never be mistaken for a boy - she has a little girl's delicate face and she's very sweet - only 4 months old. :)
I'm embarrassed to say that I also nabbed a 6 week old brown tabby kitten who is safely ensconced in "The Land of Dirty Underwear". I was going to take a picture of him, but he was nestled sound asleep in a big pile of dirty t-shirts on my son's floor. He looked peaceful and happy, but I just couldn't bring myself to post a picture of a kitten on my blog in the middle of a pile of dirty clothes. I'm sure you understand. :)
I can't resist a brown tabby kitten sitting alone in a cage. I don't know what I'm going to do with him, but he's a party-kinda-boy and has already met "Howard". He and Howard instantly started to play together. It was like two 4 year old boys in the park! "HEY new guy! Let's play!"
The adoption events from the weekend were successful despite the poor weather. I'm not sure how to measure the success - cats were adopted into loving homes - ALWAYS a good thing. I suppose my measurement for success is the answer to: "How many cats can I rescue on Monday?"
Time to check in my newest foster - maybe he's off the pile of dirty t-shirts. Probably not - they seem to like it best there.