Lately, it feels like I've been doing the ol' rescue "juggling act". Rescues, sick cats, lots of phone calls, and paying bills. These things are the norm in rescue, but when you add me being so sick, a sick son and multiple doctor appointments, it feels like I've been scrambling and juggling for the past couple of weeks.
I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. I just received an application for our 35th foster parent, and met our 34th foster parent at the shelter today to rescue "Celeste":
Poor Celeste. She really got the raw end of the shelter "experience".
As usual, there's so many sweet cats at the shelter right now. There's one guy named "Argo" that I would LOVE to rescue. He has awful URI and needs some nursing care to get him through it. He's definitely not going to get better in a shelter cage. I was really glad to see his cute tabby face today when I walked into the shelter. It was a "vet day" today, so you never know who's going to surivive.
I'm cooking dinner tonight for the first night in a week. Pizza boxes and take out menus seem to line my kitchen counters lately. It's time to shake off the dust and reorganize.
I am woman. Hear me roar. (meow.)