I've spent the day working on our affiliated veterinarian's list. I think of our vets the way I did about a really terrific babysitter: (I remember when my kids were little and I had a list of great babysitters that I'd guard with my life.) I'm very private about who I work with and what I pay. I go through our vet bills with a fine tooth comb and am never surprised to see mistakes. Some of our vets work with quite a few rescues, and I can't afford to pay another rescue's bills!
Our adoption lines have slowed down a little bit. It's a nice change as the first two weeks in January were insane. I'm grateful that I was alone this week because I was on the phone for HOURS with adoption calls.
I decided to not call the CBC back after their request to talk about the Gas Station cats. One person made a comment on that blog post that really resonated with me. Last time I had any major publicity I didn't end up with donations or adoptions, but dozens and dozens of people wanting to dump their cats. I thought about going on a local programme "Animal Housecalls". I've done it before, but never had any more adoptions or donations - just people begging for help. In fact, after that little blip in the local newspaper, I had 6 phone calls today from people wanting help with their cats - and I don't even take cats from the public. Argh.
I've missed going to the shelter this week. I think I went only once. Our time at two Petsmarts are 10 days from closing out for the month, (Thank God) so I need to insure proper foster space for cats that haven't been adopted. It's been an awesome month at these two new locations and a very different experience from our last PS location. Everybody is happy and relaxed.
I have a corner in my office where I keep our rescue's banners, posters, etc. I found Sherman in the best spot in the house: