Back To The Shelter...

After a month long Sabbatical from rescuing at the "high-kill" shelter, I was back there today with an empty cat carrier in hand.  It was really nice to see the familiar faces.  My fear of staff being angry with me for going to a different shelter to rescue was nonsense - it was like they saw me yesterday.

There were very very few cats at the shelter.  In fact, I was shocked to see maybe...um...15?  (Don't quote me on that one - I didn't count!)  Anyway, my rescue mission was to pick up this cute guy:

What a sweetheart!  He was completely happy in my arms. :)

I walked into another room and came across this pathetic little thing:

This little guy licked my face like a dog and rubbed his little black lips all over my face.  He's now happily ensconced at "Casa de Turner".  :)  He's bombing around the house and rubbing up on every cat. 

This afternoon, I met with a foster Mom and our "Million $$$ man Oscar The Himalayan". (if you don't know who this guy is, you can read about him here.) We met up at the veterinary referral clinic Opthamologist.  (*sigh*) Not only did our loveable mutant little freak have entropian eyelashes and Cryptorchidism, but he also has cataracts and cysts in his eyes.  Poor little man is only 6 months old.

There's no cheap way for a rescue to get out of a veterinary specialists office cheaply - and I didn't get out cheaply this time either.  But I'm grateful to know that we can adopt out our mutant little Himmie with a few caveats to the adopter.  I don't think I can charge an adoption fee, he's going to need a home that will love the little goofball exactly the way he is.  (I know that *I* sure do!)

Thank you Dominoes Pizza.  I'm putting your number on Speed Dial tonight!