After a weekend of 19 adoptions, I've had the privilege of doing more rescuing than usual. It's strange how I haven't been doing the actual rescuing as much as I used to. I miss it sometimes.
Our volunteers went to the "high kill" shelter over the weekend and rescued 6 cats.
Monday we rescued 3 Mom cats and 14 kittens.
Tuesday was 1 tiny kitten and a 6 month old orange bruiser.
Today, we rescued 1 kitten (because the "tiny kitten" from Tuesday needed a friend) and we also rescued "Clinton". Clinton was surrendered to the shelter because he was listed as "Too Affectionate". Seriously. Clinton didn't disappoint. He walked into his foster home like he lived there forever.
Today, we also rescued a sweet Mom cat from outside. Her family moved away from her and left her sitting on the front porch. Bastards. "Dear God, please don't let her be pregnant too."
With all the rescuing comes questions, vet visits and juggling. Three of the cats have already been to the vets for not eating, a possible urinary tract infection, and an upper respiratory virus. Of course, they came from the "high kill" shelter where it seems like eveybody gets sick and city seems hell bent on bankrupting small rescues like ours. These cats might end up costing more than their future adoption fees. We cross our fingers for the remaining cats, but at least they didn't come out of that shelter. They stand a better chance.
I always get anxious when we rescue this many at once. Rescuing was a lot more fun when I wasn't responsible for paying the bills.