It's been "one of those days". It started out just fine - a rescue, a vet appointment, and moving newly rescued cats into foster homes. As I type this at 9 pm, I'm grateful that David has a Bridge game tonight and isn't here to see the ugly frown on my face.
Two months ago, I had promised an elderly lady that I would help her get her cat spayed and bring the kittens into our program once they were 8 weeks old. I hadn't forgotten my promise, so when the lady called me, David and I drove the 45 minutes to her house to pick up the 6 kittens.
I could smell the stench of the house from her front yard. The front door was completely blocked with debris and we entered the side door. I can't describe it. If you've seen the program "Hoarders", you'll get the idea. The kittens seemed healthy, but lacked any socialization. From the look of the place, I thought that the kittens would have goopy eyes, ear mites and fleas....but they were totally fine. When I asked the lady about the number of cats in the house, she didn't know - "Maybe 15?"
How am I supposed to help this person? It's a rhetorical question, I guess. I know what to do. I'm just tired of people not helping themselves! She couldn't even drive the kittens to meet me part way!
The lower adoption rate this month has seemed to accentuate other issues and problems. I've missed the 'adoption high" that I get seeing a cat or kitten going to their new home. Instead, I've been bombarded with veterinary problems, bank reconciliation challenges, and just a big ol' CRAP-FEST in my direction.
My two foster kittens have eye infections that I can't seem to clear up. Poor little guys are just getting bigger in my house and I need to get a solution to this eye problem. Is it bacterial? Viral? Why haven't the past 6 medications worked?
Sooooo....this has just been a nice little whiny rant tonight. I'm actually fine and feeling better now as I type this. David is playing Bridge all weekend, so I'm hopeful for some quality shopping time at the local Mall and some better adoptions coming up.
As usual, I'm holding tight and waiting for the good part to come. It always does!