It's rare that I show up to the shelter with the intention of rescuing 3 cats and leaving with only 1 cat. Walking out the door with 1 cat and two empty carriers wasn't the plan of the day.
I had a specific agenda today. I had space for 1 teenage male kitten for myself, 1 longer haired friendly cat who likes other cats and dogs for another foster home, and a "rescue anybody as long as he/she gets along with other cats and is adoptable" for somebody else. Going into the shelter with that kind of list is usually pretty easy, but it wasn't the case today.
I must've walked up and down the aisles and the cat rooms for 45 minutes. I'd hold up one cat to another cat. "Doesn't like other cats" or "Getting sick." or "Possibly pregnant." or a big "Caution" sticker on their cage. I finally settled on one sweet fluffy girl who had been at the shelter long enough to probably get sick:
Deciding on who to rescue today was unusually agonizing for me. Some of the cats looked so depressed they didn't lift their head to greet me. There was an ADORABLE declawed white guy in Room #2. I called one foster Mom from the shelter who has a love for white cats. Everytime I'd walk into the room, he'd get up and looked so expectant that I was his family coming to save him. "I have to get him out of there."
Some people don't realize that I can't just start loading up cat carriers with rescues. Foster parents rely on me to make the right choices for their own cats, dogs and family. If fostering is fun, they'll continue to do it. I can't guarantee that it's always fun - often it isn't - but I can't just say a "Hail Mary" and load up a shitload of cats for rescue. Our rescue would crumble under the weight.
I still have Christmas shopping to do and an important doctor's appointment that I can't miss tomorrow. I've got a lot of juggling to do but would really like to put "rescue more" on my list. Unfortunately, it can't be at the top of the list and I hate that.