I was back at the "high kill" shelter this morning. Last night I received a Facebook message from a favourite friend-in-rescue that was ready to adopt a "needy" cat from this shelter. He gave me criteria and allowed me to pick for him.
It's never easy to make this choice on the day before a euthanasia day, but because he has other cats his criteria was specific:
1. Female under 1 year old
2. Submissive - not an alpha/diva
3. Black or tabby OK
4. Hard luck case is great: Underweight, scabs, rough around the edges
In other words: Somebody that needed him! (Be still my heart!)
When I first saw "Kesha", I knew she would be a great fit. She was underweight, in the shelter's sick room and there was little doubt that they would consider her for euthanasia tomorrow morning. I held her up to other cats - some where hissing, some were swatting towards her. I held my breath praying that she wouldn't sabatoge her rescue.
....and she didn't!
My Rescue-Warm-And-Fuzzy-Feeling didn't last long....
While in route with Kesha in the car, I received a tearful call from a foster Mom whose foster kitten had passed away. She said he had been playing, etc, but found him passed away peacefully. When humans have babies, we have ultrasounds and prenatal health checks to determine the health of the baby. With kittens, sometimes it's the roll of the dice. She's a veteran foster parent and this is the first time this has happened to her. I think she's been fortunate, as I'm sure some of the kitten-foster-parents who are reading this will agree.
Tomorrow, we're having another "Agent Open House" and I'll need to load up the cats and dog and be out of the house for almost 3 hours tomorrow morning. What on earth will I do for 3 hours??? I'll bring my cell phone, foster list, and a roll of paper towels...we have several cats that poop the moment that they get into their carriers. Good Time Tuesday...the title of tomorrow's blog post, I'm sure.