I'm still feeling pretty rotten. I think I was sick this time last year. It's nothing earth shattering - just a cold, but it's certainly left me feeling less than my happy self. So when I had an opportunity to go to the shelter this morning to rescue a black kitten, I decided to jump on it. Sometimes pretending like you're feeling well makes you feel better. I'm happy to say "Falcor" is out of the shelter:
I ran across a cat that really tore at my heart strings. I wish I had brought a camera and took a video of this guy. His name is Teddy:
Then I met a very sweet guy named "Gill":
Finally, the shelter has stopped euthanizing 3 times per week and is now on their winter Tuesday/Thursday euthanasia days. It's a sign that things are slowing down and everybody can take a deep breath. It's a time where some of the adults - like Teddy and Gill - have a chance of getting out of the shelter that otherwise would've been put down.
From now until after Christmas, I really feel the push to get as many adult cats out as I can. I want them to have a home (even if it's temporary) for Christmas.