Despite all the empty cages after the Monday euthanasia day, it felt *right* to be at the shelter. I was asked by another rescue to rescue a cat to insure the right fit for a foster home. I've always said that playing "cat matchmaker" was something that I do the best. There's a lot of things that I don't do well, but I take pride in my ability to match the right cat with the right person. I'm hoping that today was no exception.
I ended up rescuing "Ozzy" who had been at the shelter for 2+ grueling months:
Of course, a rescue wouldn't be a rescue without the token poop as we pulled into the vet's parking lot. *sigh*
I had a lovely visit with Bella while I was there. As soon as I saw her, I knew it was her. She was rolling around, rubbing and purring. Clipped to her cage was her health record that the family left, along with a package of Temptation Treats. Did that alleviate their guilt to leave some eff'ing Temptation Treats for her?
I'm hopeful I can get Bella out of the shelter in the next few days and will let you know. I'm looking forward to singing a rescue song - just for her. :)