Good For the Soul

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:

He's an 8 month old love sponge and not doing well in a shelter cage.  He's got a foster home and he's at the vet being neutered as I type.  I've decided to name him "Dylan"...somehow it suits him and I think he approves.

Somebody asked me recently how my latest little foster "Max" is doing:

Max has turned into the sweetest little lovechop!  (Yes, I know I always say that!)  He's my little computer buddy and is never too far away from me.  As in the picture, he sits in my computer chair and I've almost squashed him several times.  It's funny how the foster cats quickly get used to the family routine.  I can sing my little dinner song (don't ask!) and he comes running, and meowing like the rest. 
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!