The Limb - Out On It

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":

Argo is a neutered declawed guy that I've talked about before in this blog.  He ended up with an awful upper respiratory infection, so the shelter put him on antibiotics.  Poor Argo became more and more depressed about being in the shelter, and gave up.  Kim and I walked by his cage his morning and she said, "He's going to be euthanized tomorrow, Beth". 

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":

Ginger and Emma went to a new foster home today.  These foster parents contacted me after their beloved 18 year old Maine Coon passed away.  They were still in the grieving process, but unselfishly wanted to help two cats in need.  Ginger and Emma were abandoned at the shelter after their owner died.  I think they all needed each other.  When I brought them to the foster parents' house today, I watched the foster Moms eyes well with happy tears when they came out of their carriers. 

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...

 I guess I should stop typing now.  :)