It was a great birthday yesterday despite the fact that I turned 49. Geez. 49 years old.
I went to the shelter this morning and rescued the little pregnant Mom cats! We found a driver and it was a great rescue day. Many thank you's to those who contacted me and offered to make the trek to the shelter and deliver the cats. Believe me - I'm going to be calling you over the next few weeks for help!
That little orange girl is ready to *pop*....so glad that they're safe. This same rescue offered to take another pregnant girl, but she was euthanized yesterday. God, how I hate when that happens and I have to tell the rescue that the cat that they wanted to save is now dead.
I also rescued this handsome redhead for my own rescue:
Somebody asked me recently how my latest little foster "Max" is doing:
I'm still sick but at least feel like I'm accomplishing something. Certainly, I'm not as grumpy as I was yesterday. Maybe there's hope for my recovery afterall!
Besides, it's hard to be grumpy when you're looking at these sweet little furry faces...that'll heal anything!