Last week I declared Monday, August 27th my "Back to Reality" day. I figured 7 days of whining, unpacking and general forgetful behaviour would be forgiven for a 7 day period. After that, I was sure I'd be labeled a "Flake". I was so certain that in 7 days all my boxes would be unpacked and I'd be happily skipping around the new house putting up pictures and nesting like a pregnant woman about to give birth.
No such luck. I only found the box of linens last night. We've been sleeping without pillowcases all week.
I finished organizing my office today and feel as if I can make some better decisions about the rescue and an adoption event coming up this Saturday in the city. (Locating my cages, tables and brochures will be another story.) Sure, I'm a little worried about having an adoption event on Labour Day weekend, but it's been advertised and the pet store owner is pretty excited about having us, so I'm going to drum up some enthusiasm and adopt out some cats on Saturday!
Wednesday, I'm driving out to farm country and help an upscale horse farm with an overload of cats. Apparently, they're all friendly and healthy. It's hard for me to ask for money, but I did ask the owner for a donation to get the cats their initial vaccinations, deworming and defleaing. I'm not sure how many there are, but they're going to be in a mess soon as many are still pregnant and having kittens. This isn't exactly "my kind of rescue", but the people seem so supportive and helpful, that I think it's a good idea.
I was thinking today how easy it is to forget about the plight of discarded cats that live outside when it's a beautiful late summer day. But it's only a few months away when things get cold and the weather unforgiving. Although it's awful that cats are euthanized in the shelters, it's a much easier way to die than freezing to death. Those who feed feral colonies will agree, I'm sure.
I received a tearful voicemail from a lady that adopted one of our cats in the spring. Sadly, the kitten is now dying of FIP. I remember this lady - she was lovely and gave this kitten (and his brother) a wonderful home. My heart broke as her voice cracked and she started to cry on the voicemail. I had to replay it again as I thought I heard incorrectly that she wanted me to pay for the euthanasia since I didn't have to pay for the kitten's neuter surgery.
It's going to be a busy week. I hope to stay in touch with my blog a little better now that life is giving me some organization...
...and some pillow cases for our pillows!