My heart sank when I walked into the shelter this morning to see all the newly emptied cages. "Right, it's Tuesday...the "Vet Day". I only had one cat to rescue today and I couldn't help but wonder if the cat I was going to get died that morning. What a sobering thought.
I hate to complain, but I'm always put off my an employee who finds it acceptable to let the cats sit in their own poop and who haven't eaten since the day before while she stands there and reads the newspaper that's going to be placed in the bottom of their cages. Is she deaf? Can't she hear the desperation from these poor animals who are so hungry? The open cans of food are just a few feet away. It was noon and nobody had been fed yet. Yes, she stands there and reads the eff'ing newspaper!! Yet, I keep my mouth shut.
Glad I have this blog to rant a bit.
The fortunate girl that was rescued today is "Maggie":
February 1st has begun with two more foster parents added to the books. I continue to set my sights forward and hope that adoptions start to pick up again. At this point, I need to feel grateful that the cats that I've rescued are remaining healthy (or becoming healthy) and that I'm working with some of the most awesome people in rescue.