Not only did she leave with 3 four week old kittens, *I* left with 3 kittens too and a homely little tabby named "Chelsea" that had been at the shelter for 2 months in oven-like conditions:
Everybody is in my washroom right now, and I'm too exhausted to deal with the usual hissing and hiding from Chelsea and diarrhea from the kittens. It probably looks like a war zone in there and I just don't care.
Tomorrow is our adoption event and I'm going to keep a positive attitude despite the fact that the local humane society is practically giving away kittens. I have to remember that they ALL NEED HOMES. Not just my cats - but all of them.
My adoption line has been ringing, so no complaints there. In fact, I just received an email from a foster Mom that tells me BOTH of her adult cat fosters were adopted this afternoon by a wonderful family I screened yesterday!!! Actually....we had FOUR adoptions today, and I have adopters lined up to meet cats tomorrow at foster homes. So if the adoption event isn't overly successful, I won't complain
I'm sure David is looking forward to me being out of the house tomorrow. He usually goes on some online Bridge thingy for a "Bridge Geek Fest" with friends. I usually complain when I'm around, but since I'm gone he can engage in a Geek-a-rama in his bathrobe all day for all I care.
Besides. I have to sneak in Chelsea like she's already been here for months. So play on, sweetie! Play on!