I didn't realize how busy I have been until yesterday when a trip to the emergency room with my son forced me to sit down for 6 hours without a cell phone. My son's OK (kidney stones), but I'm so far behind in my rescue work and my work at home.
I went to the shelter today and rescued FIVE cats! Two Himalayans for another rescue, and three for my own rescue. I didn't plan on rescuing five cats today. In fact, I went into the shelter to rescue two cats, but received a "go ahead" call from North Toronto Cat Rescue about the Himalayans and then...
...there was "Argo":
Shit. I don't have a foster home for Argo, but I couldn't let him die. Not like that.
Argo is at the vets getting some better medications and fluids. Funny thing is - he doesn't look that sick! He looked elated to be out of the shelter. They gave him a fluffy towel to sleep on at the vets and he was already perky. Now where to put Argo....?
The other two I rescued today are a very sweet pair of "Siblings":
This is going to be good. This is going to be very good.
At first I was hesitant to give them a bonded pair. They could only commit to fostering for 6 months and I'm nervous that if these guys aren't adopted - what will I do?
I had a request to move a cat to a new foster home last night too. Fortunately, the space miraculously appeared for this cat, but what if it hadn't?
Tonight, I feel like I'm out on a limb. Since I'm an anal planner and organizer, I don't do well on the limb. I want things in their place, I want people happy and I want it now. :) I'm feeling a tad vulnerable and things aren't quite as organized as I would like them to be. Sure, I'm out on the limb, but what rescue isn't?
Then I get a before and after picture of my "Big Mac"....frightened, matted, dirty and alone...
He was out on a limb...