A Retraction, Adoption, and a Silver Lining

First, I need to make a HAPPY retraction:  The black kitten that was left alone after his "pretty sibling" was taken by a shelter staff member is alive and being rescued today by another rescue organization!  It's crazy how we all have so much technology and ability to communicate with each other, but my message didn't go through about saving him, and I didn't get word that he was still alive until a few minutes ago.  Regardless, it was WONDERFUL news and I'm thrilled!  (Although you could've knocked me over with a feather with the news!) 

Our adoption lines are ringing and I'm busy.  I didn't realize how frustrated and negative my last posts have been until I read them again.   Yesterday, I read a Facebook post from a fellow rescuer who publically proclaimed her frustration over something.  Was it a full moon?

I'm pleased to announce that we're going to be featuring kittens in a local pet food store full time!  That was a huge uplifting moment for me.  Many hugs and thank you's to our volunteer who started talking with a new pet store owner and made a great impression.  I went over to seal the deal today!  Without talking to people, we'll never know what the possibilities are.   In the meantime, we have to buy quite a few supplies - one of them is a $200.00 ferret cage on rollers so that the pet store owner can wheel the kittens in the back at night so to not set off the alarm.   I'm hopeful we'll get some donations to get set up there.   (Ohhhhh...how I hate asking for money!)

We really haven't been rescuing this week from the shelter.  I'm trying to stabilize our rescue as I received EIGHT phone calls in one day over sick cats.  When we get this many calls in one day, I have to stop, regroup and review.  To continue to rescue when our vet bills are in the thousands and thousands of dollars AND (temporarily) climbing makes no sense to me.   I'm in this for the long haul and being a conservative rescuer is what works for me.

Hold on to your hats...but my other big news is that my foster cat "MAX" was adopted last night!!!

My little goofy boy has gone to a great home by a family who was looking for a rowdy no nonsense guy that will "party" with two of their hooligan cats.  Max was oddly social with them last night.  He greeted them at the door and hung out with the family very closely.  He knew.  He really knew.  The Mom played a little rough with him and before I could caution her, he started bunny kicking her arm and gave her a good *chomp* and drew blood.  She wiped it off and casually said, "That's what I get for playing so rough with him."  Loved her!   

As usual, I miss my goofy boy and worried about him today until I heard he had slept with them and despite some hissing and growling at the other cats he seems totally fine.  So I'm down one foster cat and the house seems a little imbalanced. 

The silver lining in my life was never really gone.  It was just tucked away until I was smart enough to figure out how blessed my life really is.