The weekend definitely took some wind out of my sails, but I was back at the shelter today to do a rescue. Five more souls left that place today. It felt good to walk out of there with a carload.
I couldn't walk away from a special needs calico kitten we named "Daisy":
Thank heavens she's safe. I kissed her a million times. I hope she can forgive me.
The vet said he could hardly hear her heart beating because she was purring so loud. I think I've been forgiven.
I rescued her and two other rowdy little teenager types for a foster Mom that loves the hooligans - "Armen" was one of the fortunate boys out of there today. I think we should call him Captain Marvel. (or not?)
Certainly the "Good news" started with the five that were rescued this morning. Amen to that.