I wish I had something inspiring to write about this afternoon. I went to the shelter this afternoon and rescued a ridiculously cute Siamese named "Lloyd". How I LOVE that name for a Siamese cat. After all the "Suki's", "Sushi's" and "Miso's" around, I've been completely enamoured with the name Lloyd:Lloyd is a blue-eyed love-sponge and I sort of wish I was going to foster him myself. I've never fostered a Siamese for any length of time and am really smitten with this guy. No wonder people who have a Siamese cat, always have more than one Siamese cat.
I came home from the shelter to emails from former adopters who want to surrender their cats back to the rescue due to a variety of lame reasons. Maybe I'm not being sympathetic to people who make poor decisions for themselves and feel that the world owes them a favour now.
My youngest son has been very, very sick and that has weighed heavily on my life lately. I know I haven't been dealing with the usual life challenges in the usual way. My anger is easily spiked and tears are never far behind. Funny how I'm reading some of the other rescue blogs from around the country and am finding everybody seems a little pissed off too.
I'm missing my life that's usually full of joy. I'm sure it's there somewhere, but I'll have to dig a little deeper to find it.
Maybe I need a little "Lloyd" kissing time....that'll fix me up JUST FINE :)