I've spent my day today dealing with the literal wreckage from the accident and with an eerie feeling in my stomach. It must be a mother-thing. I hate that I'm so vulnerable to losing somebody that I love so much. I'm so grateful to the kindness of strangers that helped my son at the scene before I could get there.
Some people have asked me, "What can I do to help the senior pair?" I think we're going to need donations. (Lordie, I hate asking for money.) If the pair ends up in Tennessee (a Seniors for seniors program), I may need gas cards to help with transport. Or California, we'll need a Pet Airways transport. (I won't put them in cargo!)
I wish I had a spot for them within our own rescue, but I don't. We have a "To Move" list a mile long as we have foster parents who have cats that need to be moved into a new foster home for one reason or another.
Tomorrow is a new day and I need to take a deep breath and sort this out. I can't leave my little seniors at the vets forever. I'll need to make some more contacts and do some planning. I need to focus.
(In addition: If you'd like to donate, you can go through the Toronto Cat Rescue "Canada Helps" - it's a button on their home page: www.torontocatrescue.ca . In the subject line, would you please put: "For Beth Turner's rescue efforts in Woodstock". That way we'll be able to keep track of the money received. Thank you all so very very much!)
The next video I took is about the following two cats:
These two were surrendered to the shelter at 8 years old age. They're siblings and their Mom went into a nursing home. The family didn't want them. According to the staff, "everybody gets a towel when they first arrive, but it doesn't last long." The little orange male was making (what I can only describe as ) sobbing noises in the corner. I've never heard a cat make this sound before. My friend who was with me heard it too. It broke my heart:
This little pair was so dear and they've had lost everything. I really want to help them so badly. They're already spayed and neutered. They just need a home.
The vet comes to euthanize whenever requested. It makes me nervous that there are not predictable times, because I don't know how long any one cat has left.
So there you go. It feels like somebody has punched me in the stomach a few times. But I hope the videos you've watched will do some good for the cats who are surviving in it.
"Luca" went to a really neat foster home this afternoon. I met Alexise at a Toys R Us parking lot. She was driving a mini-van with two perfect little girls in car seats. It was like looking at myself 20 years ago! She even had the long blond hair! (insert Twilight Zone theme here)
"Frank" had been at the shelter the longest. It was really wonderful to finally rescue him. I had posted about him a long time ago and his time had finally come to be rescued. The staff at the veterinary hospital (where he was neutered today) LOVED him. He's going to be fostered by Alison. (Click on the "Alison" link to read that story - it was a doozy!)
I received a voicemail today on my cell phone from somebody who said they needed to "get rid of their cat in the next 2 hours." Seriously? I'm not sure which astounded me more - the fact that somebody NEEDED to dump their cat in 2 hours, or that somebody I know gave out my cell number without my permission. Regardless, this person received a call back referring them to the rescue phone line. I don't want to get involved with this sort of thing - it ends up running your life. I've seen too many other rescuers get caught up in a constant barrage of evening phone calls from strangers.
Tomorrow, I'm hoping to go back to the "scary shelter". Honestly, that shelter really wrecks havoc on my soul. It took me several days to recover last time I was there and I'm just now feeling slightly normal. I hated the world for 2 days, and felt like somebody who had witnessed a horrific crime. I don't think there's anything that could've prepared me for what I saw.
This time - I'm bringing my camera...
If you had been there to see the sh*thole this darling little guy came from, you would understand why I burst into tears when I saw this beautiful picture.
I know I said I had more stuff to talk about regarding this shelter. It's nothing that can't wait. I still feel like I need to bask in the glow of this rescue for just one more day...
I hope you understand.
I posted "Prissy" as urgent on the site, because she was the sweetest little angel I think I'd ever seen. She came into the shelter with a upper respiratory infection, and as soon as she saw me, she'd flop over on her back like the big cats do. It turns out, Prissy weighs 14 ounces, and was the size of a 4 week old kitten. But she could do all the things that an 8 week old kitten could do. She was jumping on my hands, her ears were up and pointy, and she was very advanced. Prissy had the eyes of a little calico alien. I could only surmise she was probably the runt of the litter.
When I met Christine who would be fostering her, it was love at first sight. Like me, Christine was completely enamoured with this angel without wings. It's going to be fun to watch this little sweetness grow and blossom.
Have you ever seen me write so many adjectives about one tiny kitten? Holy Moly. :)
As I was turning to leave the shelter with Prissy, I gave a quick glance to this blue-eyed little man:He blinked his baby blues at me and slowly put a paw up to the cage door. I couldn't leave him behind. I snatched him up and kissed his pink nose softly. I called Michelle from the road and she happily met me to take him home. I didn't even have to sound pitiful! Bonus!!!
I think we have the best foster parents - ever!
I'm VERY VERY happy to report that Petrie, the little tortie that I wrote about on Tuesday has been rescued. Debbie, from another rescue saw my plea for her on this blog, and rescued her, along with 3 others today. (Many thanks to Kathleen who arranged this long drive for me so I could have a day off.)
I walked around Home Sense today and was tempted to buy a new Autumn wreath for my front door. Maybe if I hung the wreath now, wave my arms and say, "Abracadabra!" it'll be Autumn and kitten season will be over.
We can dream, right?
I drove all the way out to the shelter on Sunday afternoon to take Ian off the euthanasia list and happily picked him up on Monday morning.
When I picked up Ian, I was immediately taken back by the lack of...um.."hangy-downys". Ian was a GIRL. I really panicked, because this can often be a deal breaker for an adopter. Alison really had wanted a male cat and was already adopting Ian on my say-so.
I called Alison from the shelter. She graciously agreed to give little girl Ian a home. I cried with relief!
But the story doesn't end here....
My wonderful vet called me the next day to tell me Ian was pregnant. I was astounded! How could that be? The vet tech at the shelter examined her and didn't feel kittens! The vet was very confident that there were 4 kittens and it was too late to spay her.
Once again, I made "the call" to Alison. Understandably, Alison was overwhelmed with the thought of having a pregnant Mom in the house. She's a single parent with other pets and a full time job. She just wanted to save a little MALE cat from the shelter. There was a pause in the conversation and I could hear her now in tears..."I don't believe in coincidences - we want her. Beth, would you help me?"
Needless to say, Alison is my hero tonight and Ian has a new FOREVER home. She spent the afternoon in my washroom and I wanted to show the world what a beautiful little girl has the start of a new life today:
I was chuckling to myself as I thought about all the in's and out's of rescuing 13 cats. My friend and fellow rescuer Kathleen was with me today for help and support, or I think I would've pulled my hair out. It would be a miracle if all that was involved was to throw 13 cats into carriers and leave. It never turns out that way, and y'all would think I was nuts if I actually listed what's involved.
My day isn't over yet. I still have to drive into the city tonight to take a very cute grey tabby to his new Mommy tonight. We had a bit of a surprise to find out HE is actually a SHE.
Ah, yet another little kink in my "moderate rescue" - C'est la vie!
Patches had been at the shelter since June, and originally abandoned in an apartment. I can't imagine moving away and leaving my cat behind in an empty apartment. I just can't imagine it.
I had a very nice sounding adopter coming this afternoon to meet my Clementine or Doodle, so as I walked the cages this morning I had (another) moment of insanity and brought home this little guy:
Since my life hasn't been playing out very smoothly lately, it shouldn't have surprised me when the adopter spent 2 hours at my house and didn't adopt a cat! So I'm back to having 4 foster tabbies. Surely, I've lost my mind. It's a "Tabby Infestation" at my house! Even *I* am having trouble figuring out who is whom.
I'm grateful for a cool Friday evening and a romantic Jazz Festival in town tonight. First, my little Maggie needs a walk. I took the following video of her last week to send to my parents. Thought you might enjoy it too. The older she gets (she's 13 years old), the more I treasure the ground this little tan dog walks on:
(Yes, I know about the wound on her neck..it's healing, don't worry!)
Owen and his new best friend Cliffie LOVE each other and have become instant friends. I couldn't be happier and I sure needed some good news. :)
I wonder what's REALLY in that little bottle of pink lotion?