A Rescue and a #2 Fiasco

The morning threatened rain as I drove out to the shelter for a rescue. I hate it when it rains during a rescue. Lugging crying cats in carriers out of the shelter and loading them in the car makes things very uncomfortable.

There's a little guy at the shelter named "Elmo" that caught my attention - or maybe I should say he demanded my attention. Every time I walked by his little paw came out and hooked my new sweater. He is a 6 month old brown tabby. The foster Mom was looking for a teenager-type to play with her two teenager-type females. This guy is a party boy - I don't think she'll have to worry about a shrinking violet with Elmo. :)

I also rescued a VERY handsome declawed guy named "Donald". (Unfortunately, I wasn't able to capture the pictures off the shelter website) Donald is a HUGE orange and white guy. He really gave me a run for my money en route to his foster Mom:

As I'm almost to the arrival spot for Donald, I could hear his meows had changed slightly. He sounded...um...squished. I turned quickly to discover he had somehow managed to partially open his crate and was stuck HALFWAY out and UPSIDE DOWN. He was dangling off the car's seat. I think I screamed out loud as I pulled over on a side street. By the time I pulled over and got out of the car, Donald was squatting on the floor of the car with diarrhea. Oh. My. Gosh! I usually have paper towels or something like that in my car. But I wasn't driving my car, so I found some Tim Horton's paper sacks and ended up flinging diarrhea all over the place.

The only plus side to this whole story, is that I was driving my son's car. Yes, the son who recently wrecked MY car. Needless to say, I cleaned it up...but...not too much. *evil laugh*

I also rescued these three little angels:

They were perfect little darlings through the whole trip. As always, I feel like Santa when I take them to their new foster home. These little guys are about 4-5 weeks old. I can't help but wonder if there's a Mom cat who is frantically looking for them.

Much to my delight, I logged onto Facebook when I got home and saw an "After" picture of these guys that must've been taken 1 hour after they arrived:

Do you see the halos over their heads? Neither do I, but I'm sure they're there somewhere. Pretty soon, they'll be sprouting horns. :)

I'll have some updates tomorrow and will probably be back at the shelter for another rescue. I'm still so sick...hard to believe it's day #8 of feeling like crap. David and I went to the walk-in clinic last night for antibiotics. I have a feeling that this is just a virus that's going to have to run it's course.

Fortunately, there's nothing like the smell of fresh cat poop in your car to clear your sinuses.