I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends...

I'm a deliriously tired girl tonight. I knew today would be a big rescue day, but nothing prepared me for rescuing 14 deserving, sweet souls from death row. I only had 8 cats on my list for rescue, but ended up meeting more foster homes at the shelter than I anticipated. Of course, once you're there - it's hard to leave with just one. (Me included!)

Gratefully, I had lots of help today. Diana who recently adopted Mitzi came along and helped me with the loading and unloading of cats. She was my navigator and dutifully listened to my complaints. Lordie...Lordie...was I grateful for the help AND the company.

Kathleen showed up today to play "cat taxi" and took 3 of the cats to a local vet for me so I didn't have to stop on my way to vet #2. Sometimes all the stopping, starting, and in/out of the car is what makes me so exhausted!

Three other foster Moms showed up - 2 whom had never been in the shelter - to choose their foster cats. It's always very overwhelming the first time you see all these darling cats in cages knowing that you might be their only hope. Everybody left with one more than they intended to leave with. Who can blame them?

Diana and I spent a lot of time on the road today. We were hungry, undercaffeinated, and happily tired. We delivered the remaining cats to vet#2, and took one more sweet cat directly to her foster home about 30 minutes away.

There were two "cat taxis" set up to pick up the cats from vet #2 after their spays/neuters this afternoon to drive them in their new foster homes. (Some of them were adopted directly from the shelter. Yay!) It's really amazing that 7 volunteers (not including Kim at the shelter or the vets) were directly responsible for bringing these cats to loving homes.

The back of my little sports car was loaded with 6 cats. Of course, "Iggy" pooped and barfed before we had even gotten on the highway. *sigh*

The BEST part of my day was sitting on the phone tonight to call some of the foster homes to see if their new house guests arrived safely. The first call was to the lady that is fostering "Erin". "Erin" had a huge CAUTION sign on her cage. Somebody thought she wasn't a very nice cat. She sure was sweet when I rescued her. I called the foster Mom tonight and the foster Mom said that Erin was following her around like a little dog. :) You can see Erin in the picture above - she's in the hot pink cat carrier. (Trying to look scary. LOL!)

All the cats were settled into their foster homes and in the process of being loved. I couldn't have pulled off this larger rescue without the help of my friends and volunteers. Tonight, my gas tank is almost empty and my heart is really full.

I still left many, many cats behind. I want to go back in a few days. Some of their faces are still haunting me tonight.

Good Bye to "Steve" :)

I'm finding myself fosterless once again. "Steve" was adopted by a very nice couple (and their Abysinnian cat "Paolo") this afternoon.

This was one of the rare cases where I drove a foster cat to his new home. The couple didn't drive and I really liked them. Last time I did this, I drove my beloved little "Ducky" to a couple's house a few years ago and I left in tears. I felt like crying a few times, but I managed to keep my composure.

Their cat "Paolo" was a little doll and wanted SO BADLY to make friends with Steve. Steve kept hissing at him while he explored their lovely apartment. Poor Paolo even went as far as to "belly up" to Steve!

Sometimes I think we expect too much of these cats. Steve had been at my house for almost a month(?) and we pluck him from his foster home to place in him an apartment he's never seen before with people he's never seen AND with a 10 month old "new brother" and we expect them to bounce into some semblance of normalcy. I think Steve will be fine. He's a snuggly little social boy who will find his way into their hearts. No doubt about it.

The hard part about doing an adoption in someone else's home is that you have to actually walk out the door and leave your beloved foster cat looking frightened. I hate that I didn't kiss Steve goodbye because I was afraid I'd cry in front of these people. I couldn't even look at him as I walked out the door.

Maybe it was for the best. But the best for whom? Sorry for the macabre downer tonight. If you're considering fostering for the first time and are reading this - don't let what I say deter you from stepping up. Monday, I'm heading back to the shelter and doing this all over again. I wouldn't change anything. If I hadn't rescued Steve, he would've been euthanized alone at the shelter and thrown into a freezer.

So I got hurt. Boo frickity hoo. I'll be fine. Steve will live a wonderful life being loved by an awesome family because like many people, I stepped up and said, "I might get hurt, but if I don't help, who else will do it."

Call me. E-mail me. I'm going to the shelter on Monday and Tuesday is a "euthanasia day". I bet there's another "Steve" waiting for you too. This is the little fella I'd like to save on Monday:
Hang in there buddy - I'll be there on Monday for you!

A Curse to the Stupid

I've been meaning to write about something that happened to me at the shelter last week. I've had a lot of trouble putting it out of my mind. Maybe writing it here will help.

Unfortunately, I do have to encounter people dropping off their pets or strays while I'm at the shelter. Most of the time, I can't shut my big yapper and actually end up having a conversation with these people. Last week an older couple came in with a very very frightened cat in a humane animal trap. She was obviously very pregnant and she looked feral. I gave the couple a "sad face" and they immediately became very defensive:

Them: This ain't my cat.

Me: You know they're going to euthanize her and she's obviously pregnant.

Them: So? She keeps gettin' in mah garden. (Louder) This AIN'T my cat!!!!

Me: Is there a place you can keep her in a barn or something so she can have her babies? I'll help you with the kittens and we'll get Mom spayed.

Them: We got 15 of 'em runnin' around. I thought 'bout puttin' out poison.

I turned and walked away. If I get into a shit-fest with people like this in the Animal Control lobby it could ruin my relationship with the shelter and I could be banned from rescuing there.

The poor cat was taken to the back and just before they could put her in the cage, she bolted under the bank of cages. It took Kim and another worker from the shelter about 10 minutes to get her. They had nets and were moving quickly, but cautiously. Feral cats can be very dangerous. It broke my heart. She was terrified. This is "Gwynneth" the day she arrived at the shelter:

A few days later, I went back to the shelter to do a rescue and Kim said that Gwynnth wasn't feral at all...she was really sweet and very very frightened. She gave birth the next morning:

Imagine giving birth in the shelter. I'm a Mom, and my idea of an uncomfortable birth is when my epidural didn't work fast enough.

You can imagine that I'm very motivated to help this Mom and 5 babies. I'm getting pissed off all over again over those stupid, ignorant people that left her there because she was getting into their garden.

I hope their tomatoes and cucumbers all turn up rotten this year.

An Update on "Samantha"

On August 2008, I posted about a pathetic little cat named Samantha. To be perfectly honest, I nicked named her "Cha-Ching", because I knew she would cost us a fortune at the vet. But her foster mom Jen, felt very passionate about rescuing her despite me wondering if (a then pregnant) Jen had lost her hormonal mind.

If you haven't read The Samantha Chronicals, I really encourage you to click on the link so you can fully experience what this little girl had gone through.

This was Samantha's shelter picture. It's still hard for me to look at this picture....maybe because I get the heebie-jeebies over fleas and skin creepin' crud. But this isn't really about where Samantha has been....it's where she is NOW....

These pictures were sent to me today via a forward from Jen. For those of you who think fostering isn't for you - please look carefully at what love can really do. A letter came with the pictures from Samantha's new family. I thought about posting the letter, but there's really nothing that these people can say to detract from these incredible pictures.

But really....doesn't a picture speak a thousand words?

Samantha didn't die alone in the shelter. She is having a wonderful life thanks to her foster Mom that cared enough to step forward to give this girl a chance.

I'm going back to the shelter tomorrow for another rescue, thanks to more volunteers who have offered to step forward to save a life.

Another Reason to Believe in Happy Endings..

This is Mitzi. She was surrended at the shelter by her owner a few days after she was spayed and had a painful declaw surgery. (She still had her stitches!)

Why was Mitzi surrendered? Because she bit the owner's mother. Gee. Think Mitzi might have been in some pain following the removal of her uterus and amputation of her toes?

Where is the compassion? Where is the understanding and love for this little girl? I'm incredulous that anyone could be so selfish and uncaring. Karma. Right now, I want to believe in Karma. I wish I could know "What comes around...goes around" for people like this.

Fortunately for this sweet 1 year old little darlin' , I had the privilege of rescuing her today and taking her to my favourite adopter's home. I still had 3 other cats to deliver to various locations, so I couldn't stay and watch Mitzi come out of her carrier. But I did receive the following e-mail when I got home this afternoon:

Oh Beth, I am being showered with kisses galore from this sweet little angel that you have brought me today. She has eaten and had some water and gets so excited when I walk into the room. She is so tiny that I am afraid to pick her up for fear of hurting her. I don't understand how anyone could part with this precious little girl who wants nothing but to love you and be loved in return. I am very grateful to you for rescuing her from the shelter and please know that she will be very loved and well cared for as long as I live. I can't wait to let her out to meet the others and I feel very positive that all will be well.

Thank you for giving me another reason to believe in happy endings.

One Little Life at a Time

A lovely young woman contacted me about a month ago regarding adopting "Penny" from the shelter. As I've posted before, this shelter does not have an adoption program, so I meet qualified adopters at the shelter for a "meet and greet".

Penny certainly wasn't the friendliest cat in the shelter. In fact, she was sick and sat in the back of her cage. My heart sunk when I saw her and I was sure Kristin wouldn't want to take Penny home. To be honest - I wouldn't blame her. Penny had given up on life. She wanted to die.

Kristin never hesitated. She scooped up Penny and knew that she was "the one". I don't know how she knew..but she knew.

We heard that Penny's new name is "Kota" and an e-mail came in a few days after her rescue: ...."she's GORGEOUS? I cleaned her up and brushed her and I think she just feels like a million bucks now. She still likes to relax and rest off by herself (like under the beds) so I let her be.... she always comes out when she wants to "hang out" and socialize, and she's a bundle of purrs and LOVES to get attention. My boyfriend, who has always said he didn't like cats and only agreed to get one to make me happy...I have caught him snuggling her and today he brought home a buffet of (MORE) cat suppies. I think she stole his heart too!! You were right, she is a TOTAL sweetheart and is so perfect for us.

The story keeps getting better and better for Kota when I received the following video yesterday:

One little life at a time....

"Cameron"

It's such a blessing to speak with excited new volunteers. Every time I speak with someone who wants to help, it forces me to get out of my "ho-hum self" and reinstates why I love doing cat rescue. Sometimes I find myself getting excited all over again.

I was speaking with a new foster Mom named Cheryl. Cheryl wanted to rescue a cute orange and white guy named Mario. She and her family were SO excited to help Mario and perhaps even add him as a permanent member of their home. She was disheartened to find out that Mario had already been taken by the local SPCA. (Sometimes they take cats on death row too). I could hear the disappointment in her voice and I panicked that perhaps she wouldn't want to take any cat.

So I told her about "Cameron":

I had primed her that Cameron didn't take a very good shelter picture, but he really needed help. (Mario had looked like he was posing for the camera...) I held my breath and sent her the picture in email. Her response came back quickly: "Just want to say I thought I would see a very scary picture....he is darling....my son agrees! Can't wait to bring him home tomorrow. Thanks Beth!" HALLELUJA! Cameron had a home!

Of course, I started to cry when Cheryl told me that she picked him up from the vets, he was home with her and safe after his neuter. He was a little "loopy" from his surgery, but they loved him already. She sent me a picture an hour later:

He was wrapped up and tucked in on her bed. Isn't that the sweetest thing? I wish all cats could be tucked in bed at night.

I'm doing another rescue tomorrow and have a ton of driving to do. (See CAT TAXI ) It's going to be a long day, but I get to play "Stork". It's David's birthday tomorrow, so I'm hoping that there's something left of me to enjoy the evening birthday hoopla.

It's going to be nice to go to bed tonight thinking that there's one more cat that gets to sleep in a warm, safe bed. Sleep well, Cameron.

A Personal Journey

The grief process after losing a beloved pet is a personal journey. I thought it might be healing for me to be at the shelter doing a rescue today, but instead I found myself overwhelmed with sadness. It really caught me off guard. I managed to pull myself together despite it all and rescued two really sweet and worthy kitties:

Jazz was brought into the shelter already spayed and declawed. Her new Mommy adopted her sight unseen and I drove Jazz into the city and was happy to play Stork once again. Jazz walked out of her crate and acted like she lived there forever. I wish I had my camera with me.

I also rescued a big boy named Ramsis. (I'll post a picture later) Ramsis is currently at "Chez Turner" in my guest room. He'll be here through his quarantine period. He must weigh at least 20 lbs! He's huge and just a big, sweet, orange teddy bear. I love these snuggly big boys! He has a sad story to tell. It's one of those stories that make me want to hunt down the owners. *ugh*

My Buckley was adopted about 30 minutes ago! I knew he'd be adopted as soon as I put him on the website. The family was in love the moment they saw him. Who wouldn't be? :) He was as sweet as apple pie.

As I'm rereading this post my lack of enthusiasm seems rather apparent to me. Maybe it's all part of the grief process.

I wanted to thank everyone who took the time to write me through this blog or through e-mail to show their respect for the loss of "Bob". Although it hurts and probably will for quite some time, it's always wonderful to know that I'm in good company with my grief. Your thoughts, kindness and friendship will get me through this.

I Wish Every Cat Had a Life Like Bob

I was planning on writing about my little Truman being adopted last night. Instead, I'm finding myself writing about the loss of my sweet boy, "Bob".

As I wrote in my last post, Bob was hospitalized yesterday and he never really fully recovered. We received a call from the vet tech this morning that Bob was failing - and failing fast.

When we got to the vets he was mouth breathing and had blood coming from his nose because of his blood pressure being so high.

He died peacefully in our arms.

I wish every cat were as loved as Bob.
I wish every cat could die in the arms of someone wanting to save his life.
I wish every cat had a family willing to spend the money to make him well.
I wish every cat had someone that was sad when he died.
I wish every cat a life like Bob had.

Bob was rescued from an animal shelter. As you can see from his picture, he wan't anything special or a special breed. He pee'd on my floor and when he was mad, he'd poop in our closet.

I wish everybody had a chance to love a cat like Bob....

This and That

I can't believe it's been 3 days since I last posted. David's daughter and her two little boys have been here all week visiting from Portland. The boys are little hellions as 8 and 5 year old little boys can be. They make me tired, and I'm grateful to be a pseudo-grandma and not a parent of little guys. One of them pee'd in my front yard. Seriously.

I've managed to do quite a few rescues this week despite the onslaught of out of town guests. Some have gone to permanent homes right away. What an awesome feeling to play "Stork" and deliver someone their new cat. I'm always in awe of the people that put their trust in me to pick out a cat for them that they've never seen before. In turn, I've met some pretty awesome people.

My own cat "Bob" is pretty sick and had to be hospitalized today. He's my old guy with kidney failure. The bill starts at $1300.00. I sheepishly told David about the cost and he said, "But it's for Bob!!!"

I love that man!!

Here are some of the latest before and after pictures of our recent rescues. No matter how badly I feel - all I have to do is look at these pictures to know that we DO make a difference.

This is Noah. He was separted from his brother Nelson at the shelter. (Pictures to follow these) When they were reunited, they immediately started grooming each other. It's like the fucking Holocaust for these cats. They lose everything in their lives - their home and their family.

This is Nelson. Thank you Tiffany who works at the shelter for bringing these boys around to be loving cats. They were so frightened, and Tiffany sat with them and reassured them. You should be very proud to see these pictures, Tiff :)

Don't worry Nelson and Noah - you'll never be apart again. Thank you to Cindy who came forward and saved these two sweet brothers.

So that's it for now. We have some wonderful rescues coming up in the next day or two and I'm very excited to get these cats out. One little guy has a particularly sad story to tell.

He's going to have a happy ending....despite it all.

The Cat Taxi

There's always a volunteer job that nobody really wants to do. It's either too much trouble or boring. Unfortunately, it's THAT particular job that ends up being of key importance. In cat rescue, that job is that of "The Driver".

The driver is a rather unglamorous volunteer job. He or she is the person that fills up their gas tank in their car, loads up on Tim Horton's coffee and picks up cats, delivers them to the vets, foster homes, and to adopters.

I was inspired to write about this today, because I did so much driving with cats yesterday. I was in the car for 4 hours and had an assortment of different cats in the car at different times. When I finally drove into my garage, I pulled out 4 empty Tim Horton's coffee cups, an empty box of Tim Bits, crumbled up napkins with cat barf and spilled coffee in them, empty cat carriers, an empty tank of gas, and a very weary stiff driver.

If people only knew how incredibly important "The Driver" is in cat rescue! You can go to any cat rescue website and you'll see the rescue begging for drivers. For example: There are many volunteers that don't have a car or don't drive but still really want to help. So we place cats with these lovely people and if the cat becomes ill, we need a driver to bring the cat to the vets. VERY important job, right? Right! VERY unglamorous job, right? Hell yes!

David can always tell when I've spent a day on the road. There's always a splotch of coffee down the front of my sweater, and I don't feel like cooking dinner. I realize I'm not doing much to inspire people for The Driver job in this post. You have to really want to step up and help in order to be The Driver. You have to be the person that says, "OK, I can't foster right now in my life, but dammit...I have a car....THIS I CAN DO!"

Make a cat rescue's day. Call them. Tell them you want to be a driver. Then fill up your gas tank, map out all the coffee stops, places to stop and pee, put an apple in your glove box, along with a few CD's and few napkins in case a cat barfs. Then GO!

Look at yourself in the rearview mirror and realize that you did something unglamorous, unselfish and VERY wonderful today.

Saturday Afternoon Cuteness

I realize that I often post about urgent matters at the shelter. But today was a lazy Saturday that involved nothing more than going to Cora's for lunch, doing a kitten midwife phone consult for a Mom cat in labour, and coming home to find my 3 foster cats looking insanely cute.

"Steve" has decided he really likes this cat house and gives any cat that comes near him a little swipe. He's such a doll.

Many people ask me how my foster cats adapt to my house. "Buckley" is a good example of an "instant pet". You'd never know that he was in a cage on death row yesterday by looking at this picture. He's the same age as "Steve" and twice as big....gotta love those Maine Coon boys!

I know this sounds horribly selfish, but I feel really sad that Truman is now healthy enough to go back on the rescue website. He had a terrible cold and we took him off the site so that he wouldn't receive adoption calls. He's well now and as ornery as ever. He found a fake sheepskin rug in my bedroom on the window seat and claimed it as his own.

So that's it! My Saturday afternoon. I'm going to round up a few cats and take a nice nap before heading out for dinner.

I'm not sure why I bothered to get dressed today :)

Worthy

Today is a rescue day and a euthanasia day. Talk about "bittersweet"! I've been so busy lately with rescue that I haven't had time to write anything here. I don't even know where to begin!

I have another new foster guy named "Buckley".

I'm guessing I'll only have him a short while. He's 5 months old of Maine Coon sweetness! He flops around like ragdoll. I love him. ;)

There was no doubt in my mind when I first saw Buckley that he was very adoptable and coming home with me.

But what about the cats that aren't so pretty?

This is Rocco. He's a beat up old Tom cat that was probably taken to the shelter because he was spraying all over somebody's house. His head is so big from testosterone that he can hardly open his eyes. It's really cute, because this gigantic macho cat has a baby meow. I laughed out loud when I first heard this tiny little voice coming from this HUGE cat!

It's hard to believe, but an amazing couple has stepped forward to rescue and foster Rocco. I still can't believe it. They want Rocco to have a chance in life - a chance that nobody else would give him.

Don't they ALL deserve a chance?? Who am I to say that Buckley is more worthy of a wonderful life than Rocco?

There will be a zillion phone calls from people wanting to rescue Cupid the Himalayan:

But what about this guy that the shelter named "Boon"?
Doesn't Boon deserve a chance at a beautiful life? There are so many at the shelter like Boon - dirty, unneutered and unloved.

I'm glad we're rescuing Rocco today. The couple that stepped up to the plate are BEYOND excited about helping this big, stinky guy. I'm going to have fun watching Rocco blossom in their care. These people don't care that Rocco has had a rough life - they're looking forward to his new life.

Bless their hearts.

Good News/Bad News Rescue Day

It was one of those "Good news/Bad news" rescue days. We managed to get quite a few wonderful, sweet cats out of the shelter today. We had a list to insure we wouldn't forget a single soul. It's sad to think that 16 cats were euthanized this morning before we arrived. It was even sadder to realize that one of the cats on our list for rescue was on the wrong list - and sadly died because no one wanted her.

We wanted her. We just didn't speak up fast enough. That hurts a lot.

I rescued a very cute little black cat named Annalie. Most of the time, when I open a cage to take a cat out, they're usually pretty receptive. Not Annalie. Annalie hunkered in her cage in fear. When I shut the cage door, she moved forward and rubbed against the bars. Suddenly it occurred to me what she had witnessed just a few hours ago. How was she supposed to know I wasn't the veterianian employed to end her life?

When I brought Annalie to her delighted foster Mom, I was prepared for the possibility that Annalie might be too frightened to enjoy the welcoming party. Not so! Annalie bounded out of the crate as if to say, "Nice digs!" and was immediately at home. She climbed into her foster Mom's lap for a moment and gave her "the glance" - you know "the glance" - the one where the cat looks up at you adoringly for a moment of gratitude. Ahhh...I love rescuing black cats.

I rescued a very cute little guy that caught my eye at the shelter. I hadn't really thought about fostering someone for myself, because Truman is still sneezing a little. But I couldn't leave this guy behind: This is "Steve"! Don't e-mail me and say, "Beth! We knew you had a thing for tabbies!" It's TRUE.. I love tabbies..but I love all cats, and if this guy had been orange, black or purple, I would've still rescued him! He was climbing his cage bars and meowing so pitifully. I just couldn't walk away from him.

I feel a little selfish, because I had to drop another cat off at the vets for neuter, and I dropped off Steve for his little "snipper" at the same time. At least it's done and he's now home with me. I can hear him meowing upstairs and the gang is poised outside the door listening to him.

Welcome to my house Steve!! We'll find you a wonderful home where you're loved, respected, adored and cared for the rest of your life. You'll never be a discarded cat again.

Beth's House: Minus 2

It's really an awesome thing when a bad story turns into something wonderful. If you read my blog regularly, you might remember my BAD BOY TRUMAN post where a really wonderful couple came to meet my foster cat "Truman" and he behaved like a wild boy. While Truman was quickly ruining any possibility for adoption, the couple was falling in love with "Ike". Ike did everything he could to insure that they would adopt him. But the couple wanted to think about it and left without a cat.

Last week they called me and said that they were definitely going to adopt Ike! Hurray! What I didn't expect is that when they came to pick up Ike, they would fall in love with JFK too! JFK climbed into their laps and really put on quite a show. Seriously...I couldn't have planned it better if I had tried. JFK looked up at them adoringly. He was ready to go to his new home and would not be left behind.

My heart is hurting a little bit tonight. It's hard to say goodbye to two of my foster cats. Oddly enough a friend of mine in rescue told me her two foster kittens were adopted tonight too.
She's in good company with feeling a little lost :)
Of course, I've picked up the phone several times since they left. I wanted to call them and ask if the boys were OK.

This is the goodnews/bad news about rescue.
The good news: Two amazing kittens found ONE amazing home. This is what rescue is about! This is why I put my heart on the line.
The bad news: My heart hurts tonight and I miss my little guys

Tonight there are two less cats in my house and two more cats that have found a forever home.

I wouldn't change a thing.

Visual Testimony

It's been a busy week and an exciting one at that! I've had some frustrating moments but all in all we've managed to have some wonderful moments in rescue. It's nice to get back to busy days, but I'm missing the time to myself too.

I thought this would be a good time to post some before and after pictures from today:

This is Abbi. I don't know why she was dumped at the shelter. But she's a VERY sweet girl and I rescued her today. Thank you Samantha for saving her life!

This is Abby at "Chez Turner". (Aka: The Guest bathroom) She looks a little cranky in this picture, but let me tell you she wasn't! I think she has a relieved look on her face.

Isn't this a sad little face? This is Rosie. She was supposed to go to a foster home today, but the lady that offered reneged at the last second. In fact - she changed her mind within minutes of me arriving at her door. I wish people would understand what we go through to find loving foster homes for each cat.

Needless to say, Rosie is in my guest washroom (shackin' with Abbi). Doesn't she have a sweet face? This was taken just a few minutes after rescue. I can't keep another foster cat, so I'm hoping and praying somebody comes forward to help me. HELP!Tiny Agatha was only 5 lbs when she arrived at the shelter. The staff thought she might have a brain trauma and have limited vision. A wonderful young woman stepped up to the plate and adopted Agatha directly from the shelter! She sent me the following picture of Agatha just a few hours after Agatha arrived in her new home:

I promise! This is the same little Agatha!

I wish people knew the impact they made on their pets when they abandoned them at the shelter. I've seen sad poems and horrific videos - but I think the biggest testimony to this fact is "The Before and After Picture".

Look what love can do! Thank you so much for the wonderful new foster homes that stepped forward, opened their homes and hearts and saved the lives of these wonderful cats today.

"JFK"

"JFK" came to me when I was in my American Presidential Inauguration mode of thinking. I named 3 cats to honour presidents: "Truman", "Ike" and "JFK".

JFK definitely doesn't look like Truman or Ike. He's really different looking and my teenage sons have decided to bug me and call him "JFGay". Anybody that reads my blog knows that my kids love our foster cats. I think they were thrilled that I reacted the way I did when they called him "JFGay" as I playfully chased my big sons through the house. The next kid that calls my sweet little long-faced tabby guy "JFGay" is really going to get it!!

Ahem.

He's a VERY sweet boy and I'm hoping and praying I can get him adopted with either Truman or Ike. He's very gentle and loves to snuggle with me.

I don't know what it is about JFK, but my sons have decided that he isn't as cute as Ike and Truman and they think it's funny to not include him on things! Even Ike and Truman seem to be leaving him out too! *Sob*

Here's my oldest son with Ike and Truman. They're all snuggling and watching t.v. while my little sweet JFK is probably feeling left out somewhere!

I have no idea why I'm posting this in my blog tonight. Ike is going to the vets to be neutered tomorrow. Maybe JFK and Truman can bond a little.

Tomorrow is also a rescue day! Lots of wonderful new foster homes have stepped forward to help and take in a cat in need.

Maybe I need to find a buddy for JFGa...err...JFK.

New Faces

I don't know why I was stressing Sunday night about the rescue yesterday. It had been a while since I coordinated a rescue with more than just a few cats. I think it was stressful because ALL of the foster parents were loving, wonderful folks that had never fostered before. They were anticipating their new houseguest, purchased supplies and were ready to provide copious amounts of love.

They weren't disappointed.

Brutus is a big, sweet lug of a tom cat. He's safe and at the vets now being neutered. I get to take him to his new foster home today. They're going to love him! Look in his eyes - I bet Brutus has some stories to tell. (Probably lots of porn)

Meisha was rescued and taken to her new foster home yesterday too! She's such a little lady - hard to believe somebody loved her at some point in her life. But she was already spayed and declawed. Since I didn't do the delivery, I called the new foster Mom last night to see how she's doing. She tells me, "She's asleep sprawled out on the couch - it's like she's lived here forever." Bless her little heart. :)

Scarlett came into the shelter with a HUGE gash in the back of her leg. (Thus the cone on her head) If Scarlett had come into the shelter in the summer, they probably would've euthanized her because of overcrowding. Fortunately, they treated this sweet redhead and she's now safe and at the vets being spayed. She goes to her new foster home today! Yay!

I rescued and drove a sweet little black and white Jeorgia into Toronto yesterday and her new foster parents were so excited to see her. (Lordie, I love playing "Stork"!) At the shelter, I had waffled about which cat to give this couple. They have a busy JRT/Beagle mix and I wanted to be sure it was a good fit. Oddly enough, when I called them on my way back from the shelter to tell them that I had rescued "Jeorgia", they gasped and said, "Our dog's name is Georgia too!"
As many of you know - I don't believe in coincidence. :)

I rescued 2 more but don't have their picture -A sweet older grey girl and a big fluffy orange tom cat. It was a good day and I couldn't have pulled it off without the help I received from Kathleen. It was so nice to share the glory of the day with somebody like Kathleen.

I'm doing some more cat-deliveries to excited foster parents today, then back to the shelter tomorrow. I'm watching the kilometers on my car scrolling by and my gas tank depleting and I could care less. Introducing these 6 new families to fostering has been such a gift for me.

It never ceases to amaze me how one little discarded cat can make so many people feel happy.

Bad Boy Truman!

A very nice couple came out today to meet my little "Truman" with hope of adopting him. I go to great lengths to insure that my home and foster cats are "adopter ready" when people arrive. I usually play with the kittens before adopters arrive until they are worn out into a pile of mushy sweetness. My house smells like lavender, the litterboxes are clean and the adoption agreements, and health records are out and ready on the counter.

Sound good, right?

Despite my best efforts things don't always go as planned. David and I had been at the grocery store and were expecting the couple at 3 pm. We had just gotten home at 2:30 and the phone was ringing.

"We're early...is that ok?"

"Of course, it's ok!" as I'm running for the Febreeze and pooper scooper. They arrived 3 minutes later.

Truman was looking like a little angel and sprawled out on my kitchen counter when they arrived. (Where else would he be?) Unfortunately, I didn't have time to wear the little booger out before they got to the house. Truman was a mega BAD BOY! They lovingly started to pet him and he quickly wrapped his legs around their arms and started gnawing on their hands like a chicken bone. His tail was swishing and he was kicking with all of his might with his hind legs. He looked like he was growing horns on top of his head. I was beginning to feel panicked.

The whole time this is happening, I'm making sweet, soothing sounds and saying, "Oh my! Bad boy, Truman! Be sweet Truman! He's NEVER like this...." yada yada yada. I don't think they were buying it.

Ike however, climbed into her arms and snuggled happily. She loved him. Then he sneezed bloody snot all over her face and neck. Great. Just Great. Nothing wrecks the mood than having to bring out a wet washcloth for a potential adopter to wash blood from their neck. I had to whip out Neosporin and Band-Aids for Truman's little "love bites".

Just like with children, these things can be unpredictable. The couple left without any cats but were extremely gracious and kind. They must've known I was embarrassed.

Truman and I need to have a little talk about next time.... :)

Whoop-de-dooo!

I love this time of year. Not because the weather is nice, but because adoptions are booming and folks seem inclined to want to adopt or foster. Problems seem like good problems for this very short period of time. We actually had two people wanting to rescue the same cat! Boooya! Unfortunately, there are many, many more at the shelter that need help, so it was merely a coincidence. But even with a GOOD coincidence - I'll take it!

I wish my house would support a female foster cat. My alpha boy "Wilbur" just will not stand for a female in the house - damn him. I fell in love with a butterball cat named "Ponderosa" at the shelter when I was there yesterday.

Now who couldn't fall in love with that face? She's 20 lbs of sweetness - spayed and declawed. She's too big to fit in the regular cat cages, so she's stuck in one of the dog kennels. Ponderosa was brought into the shelter as a stray - which we all know is bullshit. People often don't want to pay the surrender fee and just say "I found a cat." Kim let Ponderosa out of her kennel yesterday and you should've seen her strut her stuff! This rolly-polly girl was QUICK! She was so happy to be out and loved it when I picked her up. I must've kissed her a hundred times. I hope somebody comes forward for her.

The next "euthanasia day" is Tuesday next week. I'm anxious to get a few more cats out on Monday. I'm so grateful for the extra help I've been receiving, and have really been blessed to have met some amazing people who have stepped up to the plate and have said, "How can I help the cats?"

Keep my phone ringing and I'll keep my gas tank full.