I'm declaring the beginning of kitten season. Maybe it's premature, maybe it's just been a bad day:
1. I've received my first frantic phone call from a friend who found a tiny feral kitten under a pile of wood.
2. There are more and more pregnant cats, nursing Moms and kittens coming into the shelter.
3. I've already had my first bullshit argument over who-gets-what-kittens at the shelter. It wasn't really an argument - but I'm completely annoyed since there are going to be a zillion kittens at the shelter soon - more than half will die because they are unwanted. Why argue over the first bunch?
4. There are 4 kittens on our rescue site and I have had 10 calls on them. NONE of which were workable adoptions. Everybody wants a "baby kitten".
The worst part of the day is that while I was on the phone helping a friend rescue the 4 week feral guy, our little "Kallie" lost her battle and passed away. I'm not sure what I heard in her foster Mom's voicemail - grief? exhaustion? relief? anger? I don't know...but any of those emotions are appropriate. She worked so hard and it breaks my heart.
Before kitten seasons ends, there will be numerous blogs posts that I will fill with "Grief", "Exhaustion", "Relief" and "Anger".
We had one kittens' passing and another's new beginning. Without the volunteer digging this little man out from under the pile of wood, he would turn out to be just another statistic in the city: