As I type this blogpost, Josh is on his way to his new foster home. I'm sure he's wondering what the heck is going on his life and what happened to his former life. I'm glad we were able to skip the shelter this time and give him a chance without ever having set foot in there.
Today was a far more mellow day for me - just providing some cat taxi service for a spay surgery. Laundry was on the docket for the afternoon. It never ceases to bewilder me that when I put out a laundry basket on the kitchen table, I end up with a line up a mile long to partake in "The Splendor That Is the Laundry Basket"
Everytime I walked by, there was a different cat in the basket and another one waiting to get in!
You might remember an older orange girl that I rescued back in December. Her name was Morla. I'm pleased to announce that Morla (now "Peachy") is Forever Home! In fact, she never made it on our rescue's website because her foster Mom fell in love with her:
Our little rescue was in the news again this morning: Gas Station Cats Need Help. The CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Centre) got wind of the article and called me this afternoon for an interview. I'm definitely not a colony cat expert and feel extremely underqualified to comment. But I can certainly comment on behalf of these cats and every cat that is homeless and needs help. Let's hope the publicity gets these guys some help to be trapped, spayed, neutered and (hopefully) socialized.
I forgot to mention that I been to the shelter yesterday and picked out a REALLY cute black cat for rescue:
The shelter staff made it possible for our handsome boy to be delivered to his foster home! What service! (It's such a shame that some people think that this shelter is all about "killing animals" and that nobody cares.)
Nice to have some happy things to write about today. David is still out of town and the 10 minute long distance calls to Portugual we've been having just isn't the same as sitting by the fireplace at night and chatting about our days.