I was back at the shelter this afternoon. My house was just a little too quiet after my last foster was adopted and there was a 5 month tabby boy with my name on him. I think I'm going to name him "Pete", but am wondering if that name is going to stick.
Pete had been at the shelter since before Christmas. I did something I never do, but when I brought him home I opened the carrier and let him out. No introductions. Nothing. Everybody else seems to do it without a bunch of drama, so I decided to give it a try.
Pete's been under my bed since his arrival, but heard me sing the "dinner song" (don't ask.) and came right out. Ahhh.....food motivated!
I've mentioned this in prior posts, but I must say once again how VERY stressful it is to introduce a new cat to the others. Good Lord, my stomach is in knots. I really empathize with adopters who are bringing a new cat home permanently and have to go through the introduction process. There are moments where I think "What the hell am I doing?? Everything was peaceful until I brought so-and-so home."
But I press on and give comfort to others in the same boat.
We had a prior adopter call today. She adopted a cat from us months ago and sadly the poor little darling was diagnosed with FIP. FIP is fatal and the cat wasn't doing well. I offered my heartfelt condolences and we talked quite some time. It wasn't until we were about to hang up the phone that the adopter told me that she felt that I should pay for her cat's euthanasia.
This is the part about rescue I have the hardest time with - dealing with this kind of thing. It's a tough one, because she was grieving and a very nice lady. Tough one, because there's no way I feel obligated to pay for a euthanasia on a cat that was adopted months ago.
But I press on...
The house is quiet as "Pete" (or whatever we're calling this little dude) muddles through the house and figures out where his place belongs in the hierarchy.
Funny....because I feel the same way most of the time. :)