I haven't been myself since my surgery last Friday. My mind feels foggy and I feel constantly stoned. "Stoned" might have been a good thing if I didn't need to be so productive this week. There's so much to do with a huge adoption event this weekend at Petsmart, and I can hardly coordinate enough energy to make dinner.
Apparently, I really screwed up my story about the Cornish Rex yesterday. Not only is he NOT a Sphynx, but I guess I got the facts mixed up and Forgotten Ones Cat Rescue was also involved in his rescue. I may have hit a new blog record for "Screwed Up Blog Retractions" in one week.
We had an adoption call for Sherman yesterday. What a lovely lady, but unfortunately she only wanted one cat and I think Sherman would've been lonely. I found myself describing Sherman to her in what quickly appeared to be an unflattering manner. She started laughing....and laughing...as I described Sherman as the "Resident Raccoon". A few moments before I took the adoption call, I took the following picture of Sherman as I was trying to make Burgers and Fries for dinner:
Honestly, I don't want Sherman to go to a home where he's going to be squirted with water or "shooo'd" all the time. It's true, he doesn't need to be in the kitchen counters. He doesn't need to sit on the kitchen table while we eat dinner. He's a cat of his own mind and he keeps us laughing. No, I'm not keeping him, but I need for Sherman to be in a home where he's appreciated and loved for all his toiletpaper-ripping-antics.
His most memorable is our refrigerator. Nobody in the house opens the refrigerator - at any time of day or night - without hearing Sherman galloping through the house and making a run for the open refrigerator door:
I haven't been to the shelter in more than a week. Cats are still being rescued, so there's no worry about that. But it always bothers me me when I get lost in administrative rescue work. BOTH are equally as important as the other. But I enjoy one more than the other - that's all! :)
I'm hopeful that my foggy-anesthesia-brain lifts a bit in the next day or so. I really need to be at my best for the adoption event and to add support to the volunteers. In the meantime, I'm going to let Sherman run amuck and hope there are no adoption calls for him. :)