I think I was due for a really crummy day. Maybe it was the fog this morning, but even as the fog broke later this afternoon, the fog never really left my head.
I had FIVE phone calls from the same person this morning. Each voicemail was increasingly more hostile and aggravated. She wanted to surrender her cat and she wanted to do so NOW. Why do people think that I have to jump through hoops for them because they want to dump their cat?
Hope you laugh as hard as I did when I tell you that I received a very long comment on my blog (that was so ridiculous, I won't publish it) that said, "Beth, you are in this for the fame and money" Seriously. Somebody thinks I'm doing cat rescue for the "Fame" and the "Money". Sure. I laugh all the way to the bank with my large paycheques that the rescue gives me. (insert sarcastic laugh here)
Fame? Um...I don't even know what to say here. I haven't returned Jay Leno's calls in weeks.
For heaven's sake. What are people thinking?
I promised I'd bring my camera for today's rescue and promptly forgot it. I rescued a very handsome 5 year old "fatty" that I would LOVE to name "Chris Farley". He was being picked on at the shelter because he was so submissive. He was originally adopted out of this shelter but brought back there 4 years later because some wayward family member had to move back in and he was allergic. So he lost his home and the stupid-ass family member is back. Argh.
We also rescued a very cute orange guy. I took him 4 hours before his "stray time" was up at the shelter. Wouldn't you know that as we were leaving the parking lot, the owners of the cat were walking in to claim him? I have to drive back tomorrow to bring the little orange wonder boy back to the shelter since his family wants him. I guess it's good news for both owner and cat!
For me? $300.00 in gasoline spent in 7 days.
Yeah. I'm in this for the money. That's right.