My adoption phone line did not ring today. I sure hope this isn't an omen for the weekend. I shouldn't say that it "didn't ring". I've had lots of phone calls today...
1. "Can you take my cat that's peeing in my house?" "No."
2. Can you recommend a veterinarian? "Really?"
3. Do you know of anyone that breeds Siberian Rafa cats? "WTF"?
I've had "Stanley" the Himalayan on our website since December. I can't believe this handsome guy hadn't been adopted, but Stanley FINALLY went to his forever home last night. I picked him up from the foster Mom and he spent the afternoon in my shower stall covered in comfy blankets (seriously...or I would've had to dig him out from under my vanity) until a volunteer driver could take him to his new Mommy who didn't drive. Whenever I adopt a cat out sight unseen, I really have to screen and follow through SUPER carefully.
Tomorrow, another volunteer is rescuing Tallulah for me:
There's a HUGE tom cat at the shelter that has become a favourite with one of the staffers. His name is "King Tut" and he's awesome:
My new tabby foster kitten "Max" has made himself right at home. He's so excited to be out, he gallops around with his tail poofed out. I think we're going to have lots of fun with this guy.
The long weekend is almost here, and I've got a dedicated volunteer who offered to man the phones and email for me this weekend. I'll be around, but it's going to be nice to feel like I can walk away from my desk if I need to. It's really freeing to be "off the clock". But my heart is never too far away from it all. I think I'll try to be a good wife this weekend. David stepped in cat barf in the middle of the night last night, but I figure that's what he gets for not turning on a light before going into the washroom. Bad wife. Bad, bad, wife!