Today was truly a rescue rollercoaster ride. Why is it that I can get up in the morning with ONE thing that must be done for the rescue and end up spending the day doing so many unscheduled things?
I knew I was supposed to take "Lady" into the vet today. She was rescued from a man who believed that cats should be "natural" - unspayed/unneuterd and if "coyotes eat them...it was meant to be". Needless to say, the kitten I rescued from him had a major eye injury that is now going to require surgery. "Natural. My ass."
When I arrived at the foster Mom's home to pick up Lady, her face said it all; The kitten she had been working with and working with was dying today. Poor Clarence had been to the vet a zillion times and nobody knew what was wrong. His viral tests were negative and he hadn't been thriving for 4 weeks. He was never really suffering - until today. So with a heavy heart, I took "Clarence" for his last vet trip, along with "Lady" who needed surgery:
I picked up 4 kittens from a rescuer and met up with two excited foster parents. The kittens were tiny and insanely cute. Being a "rollercoaster rescue day", it shouldn't have surprised me when an email came in from the foster Mom that said that one of the kittens wouldn't put down his little foot and was walking on 3 legs. *sigh*:
I received a phone call about a cat that was outside and needed help. Apparently, he had been hanging out around the area for more than 2 years. Suddenly, the people were worried about him since he started to look so bad. They didn't know if this cat was a male or female.
Our volunteer arrived at the property to find a very pathetic white cat with gorgeous eyes. He had several abscesses on his face, was horribly matted, and limping:
"It is an intact male with small balls. He has a gash on his ear. I cleaned his
ears, trimmed his nails washed his face and checked his bum. He purred the
I laughed and it felt goooood. :)