Whenever I go to the shelter before a "Vet day", I feel a little more desperate than I would any other day. If I meet with a foster parent who feels the same desperation to rescue the day before they're euthanized, we end up with a minor..um...situation: 10 newly rescued cats.
Six of them are riiiiight here:
Hearing us coo'ing and ooo'ing over this little family cracks me up. It must've been "estrogen central" in that room. Who can resist? Well - we couldn't. It felt good to rescue this little family. It's going to be a lot of work, but the foster Mom knows and accepted the risks. Sometimes "accepting the risks" are easier said than done.
I also rescued an ADORABLE little Persian for North Toronto Cat Rescue, and two more older kittens for my own rescue. Both of the older kittens were "melt in your arms" kind of guys. We couldn't choose, so Sabrina took both of them. Her partner must hate me; Mom and 5 kittens, a 9 month old kitten, and a 5 month old kitten. "Merry Christmas!"
I offered to loan her the French Maid outfit, but she declined. :)