One aspect of cat rescue that nobody talks about are the days that are ridiculously boring. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I'm either insanely busy or am twiddling my thumbs and waiting for the phone to ring. It's not that I don't have things that need to be done. It's just that I don't really feel like doing them.
This morning was spent calling our 15 affiliated veterinary offices and letting them know that my credit card expired on the 31st, and to give them the new card's expiry date.
Oh the glamour!!!
I spent 20 minutes writing an email to a foster parent to ask about the health of their foster cat only to remember after pushing "Send" that she wrote me last week to tell me that the cat went to the vets and is fine.
Chalk up another insane brain fart to a menopausal moment.
This afternoon, I sat on the sofa holding "Bradley" our latest foster kitten. He likes to be held like a baby, so it was really wonderful to just sit and hold a kitten. No T.V....no computer...no phone. Just me, Bradley...and 5 other cats climbing up to enjoy the moment with us. I heard a crash from the kitchen and knew that the only other cat missing was "The Sherminator". My peaceful moment was over.
There was so much that I should've been doing - tax receipts, filing, correspondence, updating foster lists, and phone calls. It probably doesn't make much sense, but I was just too bored to do any of it. I did however, manager a "Kodak Moment" of "The Sherminator" teaching his new prodigy "Bradley" some of the finer points of begging and receiving a mid-day unauthorized meal:
Somewhere there's a cat that needs me, and a foster parent willing to love him until there's a Forever Home to call his own. *sweeet*