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Thursday was insane! I rescued 10 cats from the low-kill city pound and 1 cat that I had pledged to rescue form the high-kill shelter. I made 3 vet visits, delivered cats to two different foster parents and put other kittens into a Petsmart Adoption Centre. I left that morning at 9 am, and arrived home at 4 pm.
So...yeah. I was relieved to hear from Shelley. Don't get me wrong - we had AWESOME volunteers helping me while she was away. In fact, things were great - I didn't have to worry about Petsmart at all! Things were smooth running and I was grateful.
There's something so sad about rescuing 10 cats from the low-kill city pound and only rescuing 1 cat from the high kill shelter. We've been doing a BUNCH of rescuing from the high kill shelter lately and the rescue's bank balance is certainly feeling the pinch. I really have to juggle and insure that we're making sound financial decisions all the time.
I had a moment of insanity when I read a post on Facebook that some Wannabe Armchair Rescuer said: "It's not really a rescue unless you take any cat that needs help. Otherwise, it's just a business."
"Call me a fucking business, you pinhead."
How on earth can I take EVERY CAT THAT NEEDS HELP? Does this moron know how many millions of cats there are that need help? Does he know how many calls I get on the average day for cats needing help? Would I like to help every cat? I sure would! But I'd end up a hoarder, divorced, with bad hair and wearing sweat pants. You know I'm right. You've seen those people.
(*insert deep breath here*)