A Complicating Monday

I've had one of those days where I felt like I was salmon swimming upstream. You know the kind of day - the one where there's traffic where you didn't expect it, no toilet paper in the holder after you've sat down, and bad hair despite your best efforts. It wasn't a bad day - it was just exasperating.

I went to the shelter to specifically rescue Toby. His foster Mom asked for him for a variety of reasons:

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.