I cleaned out my refrigerator today. I can't tell you how good it feels to have a clean refrigerator. Doing animal rescue doesn't usually leave time for the little things like clean refrigerators, clean baseboards or a swept front porch. Between a clean refrigerator and a Weight Watchers meeting, I'm feeling like a wild woman.
The update from Cutie Pie's foster Mom is all good! She said he was the perfect little guy and told a rather endearing story:
"I have two litter boxes with lids in my basement but decided to take one lid off just in case Cutie Pie isn't used to using a litterbox with a lid. I lay it on the floor. I woke up this morning and brought some food for him in the basement. When I called out his name, there was no response. I couldn't find him. I started to panic a bit until I looked over and found him curled up in a ball in the litterbox lid lying on the floor. I ALMOST STARTED CRYING! It was like he was so used to being in that little house that Andrea made."
Bless his little heart. :)
I've been trying harder to reach out for help which isn't always easy for me to do. I'm going to have to remember how I felt taking the time to clean my refrigerator AND go to a Weight Watchers meeting on the same day. Asking volunteers take over some of the day-to-day tasks have definitely made my load a lot lighter.
Apparently, they've cancelled the "vet day" at the shelter tomorrow. Looks like we have some additional time to rescue some more cats! I *almost* went out there today after receiving a call from a friend-in-rescue who wanted a cute orange guy rescued. I had a brief moment of relief when I saw the rainy weather and was grateful I didn't have to leave the house this afternoon.
....as the fire crackles in the fireplace, I can't help but think of the ones that are out in the cold rain tonight, or in a cold steel cage. Maybe I should've gone to the shelter today afterall.