So it shouldn't surprise me that shortly after I left the shelter to receive a phone call from Kim:
Kim: Beth!! We gave you the wrong cat! That wasn't Toby!
Me: (Stunned silence)
Kim: You rescued DONOVAN, so go ahead and bring him back (big pause)...if you want.
Me: You want me to bring him back to death row after I sang my rescue song to him and he's happy and safe now?
Kim: I don't want you to bring him back, but I know you didn't plan on rescuing him.
Needless to say, I didn't bring back Donovan. How could I?But Toby is still at the shelter. I called the foster Mom and (God bless her) she said she'd take both cats if Toby got along with other cats. Fingers crossed that Toby is OK with other cats.
I also rescued a very handsome HUGE orange and white guy named "Luke":Of course, Luke didn't fit properly in the cat carrier that I brought. So I had to borrow one from the shelter.
Again, it wasn't a bad day. It was just like walking uphill in the hot sun - a little sticky - but I was still moving and grateful to have legs.