"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...