Gratefully, adoptions have really picked up. We had 6 adoptions yesterday and I'm feeling much better about finishing the month of June with the usual adoptions numbers. I wish I didn't feel so competitive about it. There is no race. But it feels like a measurement of the health of the rescue in general. Silly.
I picked up a delightful young woman who lives near me (and doesn't drive) and took her the 30 minute drive to Petsmart to adopt a kitten. She was determined to adopt a male orange kitten, but ended up falling in love with this little girl:
In one week from today, we'll officially own two houses as our current home hasn't sold. I'm definitely feeling the financial pinch and David made a very uncharacteristic comment about the cost of a new sofa I want to buy for the new house. Sadly, he's probably right - spending a bunch of money on a couch that will be shredded by unruly cats seems like a poor choice. Maybe buying an Ikea couch and replacing it every two years makes more sense. Our furniture has definitely taken a big hit by spoiled felines since we've had to remove 2 of the favourite scratching posts becaue the frickin' house has to look sterile and un-petlike.
It's no wonder I feel like I'm in the midst of a race:
#1 Race to sell our house
#2 Race to keep our furniture looking nice before we have to replace it all due to bad kitties!
#3 Race to get adoptions before we're out of Petsmart for June and before we run out of foster space.
Let's not forget the most important race of all:
#4 Race to rescue as many deserving souls before they are euthanized in the shelters; hit by cars; eaten by raccoons or coyotes; or die of starvation.
I'm lacing up my running shoes....ready....set....GO!