As I type this, Boo-Boo is still at the shelter. I never heard back from the woman who showed interest in her. Fortunately, she will not be euthanized at this shelter unless she becomes unadoptable or seriously ill. But she continues to become depressed in a cage and I think she's adorable - in a homely-fat-cat -sorta-way. Many thank you's to all who inquired about her. I won't give up on her until she's out of a cage.
I rarely get really angry at any of my cats or dog. But when I heard a huge CRASH yesterday in the kitchen, I knew that nothing good had happened.
I was right.
Walking downstairs, I saw a scatter of cats with *poofed* tails. Only Sherman remained at the scene of the crime. On the floor was my favourite vintage etched mirror. I spent (what I thought was) a small fortune on it and it had been laying on the kitchen counter waiting to be hung later this evening. There was glass everywhere and Sherman looked ridiculously guilty. My favourite mirror - oh how I LOVED that stupid mirror!! I'm so angry with Sherman!
I spent the majority of the day closing out 2012 in my office. The amount of paper that accumulates with this rescue astounds me! Adoption files, veterinary files, tax stuff, foster applications....blah blah blah! But looking at my "stack" of adoption agreements from 2012 was a proud moment for me.
I wish I had taken a picture of the OTHER stack on the floor near the adoption agreements. That's the Veterinary bills for 2012. It's twice the size of the adoption stack.
C'est la vie!