Whenever I publicly post that we had a successful adoption event, my phone suddenly starts ringing with strays, owner surrenders and calls from the shelters. Last Thursday, we had a "Black Cat and Black Kitten Adoption Event". That included black and white cats too. It was only a FIVE hour event and the rescue took quite a loss by allowing these loving, overlooked cats at a $75.00 adoption fee which included surgeries, vaccinations, etc, etc.
Ironically, 13 were adopted (out of 20 cats there)! I'll do it again - it was terrific, and no way was I worried about the ridiculous old wives tale about people doing terrible things to black cats and not to adopt them in October. I'm sure it has happened - but I doubt the satanic folks are going to pay an adoption fee for a black cat. I think the best part was that EVERY ADOPTER had planned on coming to the event. Nobody came and tried to adopt on the spur of the moment. Fabulous!
I was at the "high kill shelter" yesterday and had planned on rescuing 4 cats. My rescue partner and I walked out with 12. Not surprised? :) This morning is the euthanasia day and the tech walked the cages with us. It's very sobering and I don't handle it as well as I used to. I found my shoulders slumping lower and lower as I saw all the little faces and no space for them all.
We rescued a cat that had come into the shelter with a tail so severely burned that it had to be amputated. This shelter gets a VERY bad rap from The Crazy Protesters and those that don't understand, but this shelter paid for this guy to have surgery AND neuter him for us:We named him "Bob". He REALLY wanted out of the shelter. I've never met such a muscular cat! Loved him!
Every once in a while, I feel like I need to sit down and reconnect with the foster parents. Not-so-ironically, I feel this way after kitten season slows down. I think our volunteers understand that there are some days where I wake up, start returning calls from our adoption phones and never stop until 9 pm. Even then, I'm still answering emails past 9. Yesterday was one of those days and today will be too.
THEN...there is "Melvin". Melvin was found in a ravine. He had 200+ fleas on him, he was blind, and has a huge neurological deficit. His well-meaning finder had him for 48 hours without money to give him proper care. He was almost dead by the time I brought him to the vet.
I won't need Halloween to scare me - Our vet bill for this guy will probably do the trick.
But look how CUTE he is! I'm terrified that the person who has offered to take him will renege. I don't know what I'm going to do with him if she does.
I'm juggling cats today and know that I'm not alone. There are a lot of us out there juggling cats and doing our best within our means. Where's a B12 shot when I need one?