"Survivorman"

I think the stress of the week has finally caught up with me. I woke up with a headache, chills, and lethargy - nothing that some Advil won't cure! There was way too much to do to be in bed watching The Price is Right....although, now that I type that, it doesn't sound like such a bad plan! :)

Yesterday, a fellow rescuer Crystal went back out to the hell hole shelter and rescued a little black 6 month old kitten. Through no fault of the shelter, his collar had grown into his neck so badly that his neck had been bleeding. She also mentioned another black cat that had just come into the shelter and sent the following email:

"I went out to today and brought him my precious black kitten...a beautiful 6 month old charmer. I am in love:) He purrs and cuddles and is having so much fun romping around with the rest of my brood. Today was quite disturbing at the kennell, (the staff member) brought me the kitten and he was completely covered in urine "gross". I just felt sad and held him even closer. He hung on to my neck so tight...heartbreaking. We have named our new boy "Liam".

While out at the kennell, (the staff member) introduced me to another black cat, I honestly don't know how old he was but he was neutered and seemed quite frisky. When opened his crate he rolled over on his back for a belly rub...this guy has a sad story that (the staff member)asked me to share. This guy was reported lost last summer by his family. He was neutered and tattooed. Somehow he survived the cold winter, wild animals and cars. He was found this week and his family was given the happy news; only they don't want him any more so there he sits in his own urine...Absolutely unbelievable to me."

Nothing really surprises me anymore about people's behaviour. But can you imagine not wanting him after a year being gone?? Assholes Idiots. I asked Crystal to send me some pictures of his rescue for tomorrow night's blog post. I really miss going to the shelter to rescue as often as I have been, but this particular shelter is so far away!

The good news is, we ARE rescuing the black cat mentioned in the email tomorrow. I'm calling him "Survivorman". I can't think of a better name for that guy. :)

In the meantime, I've been lost in "Cats to Move" list, and have also volunteered to be the rescue's official "Post-Adoption Complaint Department." Both have kept me so busy and buried behind the computer and my telephone. There have been so many cats that need to be moved into new foster homes (for one reason or another), it's prevented me from rescuing others. *sigh* I miss getting my hands into the meat of rescue, but what I'm doing is equally important and helps keep the rescue running.

Right now, "Survivorman" and I have something in common. We both are surviving - at least I'm not sitting in my own urine tonight. But then again, anything can happen. :)