*Almost* Vacation Time

I wish I could be like other people and go on a holiday by packing a suitcase, watering the plants and leaving.  Instead, I have a wonderful petsitter coming to my home and stay the week while the family and I are going on vacation.  There's so much to do when somebody is actually staying in your home! 

Wilbur is my youngest son's cat that doesn't like anybody but my son.  He actually lives in my son's room and each day we put Wilbur outside in the cat den for about 4 hours to play.  He just wants to be with my son and is completely antisocial with anybody but him.  So Wilbur is going to a fancy $30.00 per day boarding facility while we're gone.  No sense in the Petsitter dealing with him.  Hell...it might be cheaper to rent a room for the little booger at a motel!  LOL 

Our other girl "Newman" has epilepsy and requires a pill 2 times per day.  She won't let anyone give her a pill but me, so our Petsitter has to deal with Newman.  She's too fragile to go into a boarding facility - even a fancy one.   Our 22 pound white cat takes anti-anxiety medication each day or he'll pee in her suitcase. 

Sheets have to be washed, cat dishes cleaned...of course, *somebody* barfed on our bed last night, so all our bedding has to be washed now.  Something else for the to-do list. 

I don't think men some people fully understand what's required to leave the house for a week.  I can't just leave out a shitload of cat food and a towel for the petsitter.  David and my sons are looking at me like I'm crazy.  They don't seem to understand why on earth a new bar of soap is required in the guest room shower when a disgusting bar with a black hair stuck in it works just fine.  ARGH!!!!!!!

Just getting the house in order is crazy - but getting THE RESCUE in order for me to leave, is crazier!  When you run a rescue, you are never "off the clock".  I'll have my phone with me for emergencies and questions.  I'm meeting with 3 of our volunteers today to go through some training regarding emails and phones.  I forget that I easily have answers at hand. 

I'll spend much of my holiday on the phone and will make sure WiFi is in the condo we rented.  David wants me to leave my cell phone at home.  "Is he kidding???"  My daughter and her boyfriend are flying into Florida from California to meet us for the week.  Once again, I'll be overwhelmed with joy that ALL my little chick-a-dees are under one roof. 

Am I complaining?  Naaah....I live a blessed life.  :) 

Keeping It Brief

Things seem to be cooking along as they should.  I neglected to add two cats to the weekend's adoptions, for a total of 21 cats adopted.  But I guess that's information that's a tad too late :)

Back to the shelter today to rescue a little guy that I completely forgot to rescue on Monday:

Turns out he has a huge abscess on his side.  Poor little guy - 12 weeks old with a bite mark?! 

Of course, I rarely leave with just one so took this sweet little pair:

I'm feverishly typing as David is picking me up for dinner shortly.  It's always an extra joyous day when I know that I don't have to cook! 

One of our rescued cats has a hip problem and needs x-rays, etc.  Whatever it is, it sounds very expensive. Keep your fingers crossed that we can fix this guy up without selling the farm.  It's been a while since I had a really expensive rescue.  I guess we were due.  *ack*  Of course, we get an expensive guy at the same time a bunch of kittens get sick.  Such is life, right? 

Lots happening - some good, some not-so-terrific.  I've been trying not to stress over the little things, because it's so easy to obsess over unimportant crap.  I was venting with David on the phone today and he said,  "Don't spend good energy fretting about bad people."

Now why didn't *I* think of that? :)

 

What a Weekend!

When I walked into the shelter this morning I was immediately faced with an elderly man holding an ancient looking cat in a towel.  The cat was obviously in distress.  He was gasping for air and no doubt in the final hours of his life.  I asked the man about the cat and he said he was 21 years old - had the cat since he was a kitten. 

I begged the man,  "PLEASE don't leave your 21 year old cat here to die"  I told him that his cat deserved to be loved in his final moments and to PLEASE take him to the vet. 

The old fart wouldn't listen to me and left his cat to die alone.  That's what you get for 21 eff'ing years of loyalty? 

The veterinary technician kindly euthanized the poor old cat after immediately assessing him.  He didn't have to wait until the vet day to be left in a pile with the rest of the discarded cats. 

The old shithead.  I hope somebody abandons him.  Not kind...but I don't feel very kind right now.

I must've been really rattled because I ended up forgetting a cat that I was suppose to rescue today.  Poor guy...one more night in a cage because I forgot.  UGH.

Now for the good news:

Our adoption event was a HUGE success!  We had EIGHT adoptions during the event!  Not only did we have 8 adoptions during the event, but we had a total of NINETEEN adoptions for the weekend!!!  Everybody kept saying, "See Beth!!!  People showed up!"  The adopters were wonderful and we had lots of visits from foster parents too!  We even had a prior adopter show up with their 5 year old son - he had a donation of saved money to us. (SOOO cute...in a ziplock baggie!)  It was a wonderful day!  I'm only sorry that I didn't ask for more help.  The three of us who volunteered for the event were swamped.

Volunteers went back to the shelter on Sunday and rescued more cats, and I went to the shelter today:

The Animal Control officer had brought in a really tiny guy - about 5 weeks old and I rescued him too.  He never really made it into the shelter.  :)

Once again, I find myself clinging to the good things and not overly holding on to the bad stuff.  Lots of cats found homes this weekend and many were rescued.  As always, I'm in awe of our volunteers.  There's no doubt in my mind that we have THE BEST there are in animal rescue.  :)

Friday Wrap Up

I hadn't planned on going to the shelter today until a foster Mom called me and said she wanted to rescue a few kittens.  She had never been to the shelter before, so I knew I had better go.   I went to my Weight Watchers weigh-in and headed down the highway....

Not only did she leave with 3 four week old kittens, *I* left with 3 kittens too and a homely little tabby named "Chelsea" that had been at the shelter for 2 months in oven-like conditions:

 Everybody is in my washroom right now, and I'm too exhausted to deal with the usual hissing and hiding from Chelsea and diarrhea from the kittens.  It probably looks like a war zone in there and I just don't care.

Tomorrow is our adoption event and I'm going to keep a positive attitude despite the fact that the local humane society is practically giving away kittens.  I have to remember that they ALL NEED HOMES.  Not just my cats - but all of them. 

My adoption line has been ringing, so no complaints there.  In fact, I just received an email from a foster Mom that tells me BOTH of her adult cat fosters were adopted this afternoon by a wonderful family I screened yesterday!!!  Actually....we had FOUR adoptions today, and I have adopters lined up to meet cats tomorrow at foster homes.  So if the adoption event isn't overly successful, I won't complain much.  It's always nice to hang out with the volunteers. 

I'm sure David is looking forward to me being out of the house tomorrow.  He usually goes on some online Bridge thingy for a "Bridge Geek Fest" with friends.  I usually complain when I'm around, but since I'm gone he can engage in a Geek-a-rama in his bathrobe all day for all I care.

Besides.  I have to sneak in Chelsea like she's already been here for months.  So play on, sweetie!  Play on!

Feeling The Pinch

Did you ever spend so much time in the car that you finally turned off the radio because you're sick of hearing the noise...NOISE...NOISE!?  I rescued 7 cats from the shelter this morning and spent the remaining part of the day delivering them to new foster Moms, "old" foster Dads, and veterinary appointments.  It was quite a busy day and I'm looking forward to being a little less busy tomorrow.

We're having a good sized adoption event at a local Pet Valu in Oakville on Saturday.  Hard to believe, but the local newspaper JUST put a front page article about the local Humane Society reducing their adoption prices this weekend to $50.00.  CRAP.  I just spent $60.00 for an ad in their newspaper announcing our event!  Crap..Crap..double crap.  I feel like banging my head on the wall - Charlie Brown-style. 

We have three new foster parents, which brings our foster home number to FIFTY!  Who would've ever thought that I'd have FIFTY foster homes in 8 months?!  I'm definitely feeling the pinch of being a little busier than I'd like to be, so am going to start asking for some more help.  I don't want to fall into the trap of saying stupid things like, "It's faster and easier to just do it myself."  BIG mistake that I don't want to repeat.

It's strange how some things can hurt me more than others when I'm at the shelter.  I was coo'ing over 3 kittens that I was rescuing....pulling them out of the cage and kissing each one as I placed them in the carrier.  I glanced over my shoulder  (not sure why I looked, but was compelled to) and saw this big orange Tom cat staring at me.  He looked very thoughtful, gentle and sweet.  But he stared at me and my heart broke again into a million pieces.  I could feel what he was feeling.  Silly as it sounds, but I swear I did.  Anyway - I made promises to him that I wasn't sure I could keep and although I left with 7 cats today, my shoulders were slumped as I left. 

It's never quite enough, is it? 

Floating To the Shelter

I didn't need a car today to go to the shelter.  I needed a canoe.  What a rain we had!  I'm not complaining, but it certainly slowed down my usual rescue, juggle and deliver of cats today to foster parents.

My apologies for neglecting to tell the readers what happened to the little pair that I asked for help:

I'm happy to report that they are safe and sound with one of our own Forever Home Cat Rescue foster parents. The pictures that have arrived have cracked me up. Their names are "Charlie Chaplin" and "Cracker Jack". I'm betting you can guess who is who:

I rescued 4 more kittens today - none of who are on the website. Three 4 week old little angels that are now BFF's with Charlie Chaplin and Cracker Jack. The other guy is a DLH orange and white kitten - 8 weeks old. Oh. My. Gosh. He's so cute I could've put sugar on him and spooned him up for breakfast.

I had a surprise phone call from one of our veterinarians yesterday.  I took the 3 kittens that I rescued to his office:

He calls me a few hours later and says that he wants to keep the little grey-short haired guy for himself and family!  So that was a pretty quick adoption, I think!!!

The shelter vet did arrive this morning, as predicted.  I don't want to ruin a couple of great rescue days talking about it.  It is....what it is.  Sad. 

I'm really falling behind in my admin work this week.  I had hoped to hang out tomorrow at home and work, but I screened a few foster Mom and there's an opening for a cat who can be rescued.  She sounds really nice and already has 4 cats and 3 dogs. 

Back to the shelter tomorrow....the admin stuff can wait again.

Rescue Monday

Going to the shelter the day before the cats are euthanized (for lack of a better word) sucks.  The shelter didn't seem too crowded, but there were a bunch of tiny, tiny kittens - most of them 4 weeks old and should still be with their Mommy.  They look so pathetic covered in cat food as they probably dove into the bowl this morning.  Otherwise, they're all healthy - just pitiful looking.

One little Mom cat really tugged at my heart today:

She was SOOOOO sweet.  You can see her paw in the picture recoiled and kneading.  When I peeked into her cage, she was loving up one of the kittens.  Not licking him, but rubbing her head against him sooo lovingly.  It hurt me terribly to watch them and I had to keep moving. 

Because we're going into an adoption centre Petsmart for the month of September, many of the foster homes have loaded themselves with a few "extras" to put there.  We couldn't resist taking this handsome devil:

Many hugs and thank you's to Susan who went "one up" from her comfort level to save this little guy.  Holy crap, is he CUTE.

These little guys have been at the shelter for 3 weeks.  I rescued them today!  (The crazy protesters swear that every cat is dead at the shelter after 3 days...here's proof that your propaganda isn't always truthful.)    That little silver tabby has "attitude" written all over her!! LOL 
We also rescued "Chrissy" and placed her in a lovely foster home today:

She's REALLY sweet and had been at the shelter for SIX weeks!!!  She was so happy to be out and rubbed all over our legs in gratitude. 
Several rescues came in over the weekend and took cats.  I'm hoping that between them and me maybe the shelter can cancel the "vet day" tomorrow.  One can only hope. 

While I was at the shelter on Saturday, somebody dumped off an 8 year old and 12 year old cat - no reason given - just old.  The lady had her tween daughter with her.  I hope that girl dumps her mother when she's "just old".  Not a very kind thing to say, but it sure feels great to type it here.

Not sure why this post sounds so negative.  We rescued 6 little lives today.  That's something to rejoice about, right? 

A Friday Hodge Podge of Stuff

Yesterday was an AWESOME day.  In fact, I was too busy to write in this blog with more than 10+ adoption calls on the line and email.  That's a huge number for a small rescue like ours.  It was so exciting for me to listen to the voicemail update..."You have 8 new messages..."  REALLY???  I was sure half would be hang ups or surrender calls, but they weren't - all adoption calls!

I'm pretty desperate to help a little pair that came into the shelter yesterday:

They aren't littermates.  They "found" each other in the shelter.  Bless their little hearts - they're only 4 weeks old.  I thought I had a foster home for them, but the foster home has 2 sick kittens and couldn't mix them.  Sooooo....my heart continues to hurt until they're safe.

I've had so many things I've wanted to say, but have been hesitant because the over-the-top protesters read my blog.  They seem to have mellowed with more reasonable demands.  They're still full of  propaganda about the shelter, so until they meet with management and take a tour, their credibility will be in the toilet as far as I'm concerned. 

A cat I had hoped to rescue was euthanized this morning.  I didn't speak up fast enough.  She had been at the shelter for quite some time - long past the 3 days.  I hate when that happens.  I was "the governor" and I didn't speak up.  Shit.  This happens when people don't spay and neuter their pets. 

From the "Glorifying Rescue" files, I spent the morning yesterday delivering diarrhea medicine for a newly rescued cat with tummy problems.  I came home and found diarrhea all over the basement from our 14 year old dog Maggie.  C'mon!!!!!

I took my foster kitten Sherman to the vets yesterday for his neuter.  They called me shortly after and said,  "Ummmm....Beth....Sherman has THE WORST case of earmites we've EVER seen!"   One of *MY* foster cats has earmites?  I was appalled, embarrassed and horrified.  To think he could've been adopted out like that!!  He never showed any signs of earmites.  So now I'm digging, looking and treating all my other cats for earmites.  What a mess.  I felt like such a crappy foster Mom!

The phones are quiet today except for some post-adoption spay/neuter appointments.  I suppose I got my fill yesterday afternoon.  I think I'm catching a cold - sore throat and a little rundown.

If anybody can help those little ones....please let me know...

A Few Updates

I thought a follow up was in order regarding the little tabby girl that I rescued on July 21st.  Her cage had already been marked for euthanasia and I couldn't leave her behind.  If you missed that post, you can read about her here.  This is her new life in her foster home with her new friends:

If the pictures don't make you tear up, maybe the email from "Angel's" foster Mom will:

"So this is "Angel"....as un-original as that name is, she literally is a little angel so the name has stuck.
She is the most friendly cuddly little thing I have ever met, she sleeps under the covers with me and will curl up to anyone who has any space on their lap for her. She adores Amos, so she definitely get along with other cats, I think she would be fine with dogs as well as long as they are "kitten friendly". She doesn't mind being poked and played with by kids either, my girlfriend has a 6-year old and he carries her around and plays with her for hours on end and she just can't get enough of the attention. She is really an all around angel of a cat."

I can't imagine what our world would be like without "Angel" in it and I'm so grateful I grabbed her at the last minute.  She's going to make somebody VERY happy.

Another email I received out of the blue completely warmed my heart!  It was about a cat named "Minucho" that I rescued in May 2010.  You can read about Minucho here.  Her email: 
"Hello.
I found your blog when googling the name Minucho. You wrote about his rescue in May 2010.
I was excited to find that story and your wonderful blog. Today I adopted Minucho from Forgotten Ones. I also adopted his friend Speck. Thank you so much for everything you do!"

Think about it....she googled her cat's name and found his rescue story and shelter picture!!  How cool is THAT?

Last month, I wrote about a sweet little cat named "Marci" that arrived into Animal Control with her leg dangling.  She had severe nerve damage and needed her leg amputated.  You can read about Marci here.  I was able to see Marci (now known as "Troika" today) and she's awesome!!!

Her foster Mom may be adopting her!  It's my understanding that even on 3 legs, she can kick some a$$ on the other cats.  Her foster Mom tells me that she'll stand on her hind legs and whomp on the other cats with one paw.  The visual is awesome :)

I love these stories and try to post them whenever I can.  They really warm my heart and keep me uplifted in times when I'm not feeling so terrific.  Sure, we're not saving the world.  But we mean something to them.

They sure mean something to *me*.

A Tuesday Update

It doesn't happen very often, but we rescued a cat over the weekend that actually had a home.  The family came to the shelter to find their cat today and we had already rescued him.  Apparently, he got out through a broken screen - 5 month old buff and white guy.  He was fortunate he was rescued and not euthanized.  I can't figure out why people take so frickin' long to come around to asking the shelter if they have their cat! 

We were under no legal obligation to give them back their cat.  The "stray time" was up, but we certainly don't want to rescue a cat that doesn't need to be rescued!  I asked the owner their intention on neutering and she said that they had an appointment set up on August 12th at "such-n-such" veterinary office.  I politely put her on hold and called the clinic.  Yes, there was a vet appointment for his neuter.  With great confidence that he's in a good home, we're happily giving her "Pokey" back.  Yay. 

Back at the shelter today and rescued a little blind kitten named "Mya":

Honestly, I'm not sure how sight impaired she is - she was whompin' on the kittens that I also rescued today:

Anybody who knows me, knows that I wouldn't leave THIS guy behind either:

Poor little Georgie was alone in the cage.  I put him with the 4 hooligans (above) and he was THRILLED!  He started purring and rubbing.  Bless his little heart.  He needed a friend!  Georgie is merely a skeleton.  He's going to a good foster home (with the other 4) that'll fatten up the little varmint. 

I've been busy, busy, busy.  We have 4 new foster homes and I feel like the administration stuff  for the rescue is starting to stack up.  Who wants to do paperwork when rescuing cats is far more fun?  Is it really August 2nd?  My stress level seems too low for it to be August.  Usually, by this time I'm in a frenzy. 

Did I really say that my "stress level is too low"?  Crap....I bet I just jinxed it.

Luxury of Time

I'm enjoying the luxury of going through my foster list and seeing BLANK spaces where cats have been adopted!  So far, I think we've had almost 10 adoptions this weekend and the phone keeps ringing!! 

It feels good to have a moment of success, doesn't it?

Three of our foster parents went to the shelter yesterday.  I had to laugh when I heard they were going together.  Three foster parents + shelter cats = Rescue insanity! But they did a great job and rescued 4 adorable cats that desperately needed out:

I'm pretty sure I'm going back to the shelter tomorrow.  Today is a Civic holiday in Ontario, so everything is closed.  Usually, there's no problem going to the shelter on a holiday, but David is home today so am still trying  being a good wife and hang out with him.

I've had a volunteer manning the phone lines this weekend for me (Thank you, Connie!) and I've spent a lot of time going through the minutiae of our foster list.  For every cat there is a statistic and I have to insure they are vaccinated, and older kittens are spayed/neutered at an appropriate time.  Making sure nobody falls through the cracks is paramount.  I wanted to touch base with some of the foster parents that have been quiet and let them know we appreciate them too.  It was nice to have some extra time to do so.

Some of the cats needed new pictures and I was suddenly aware that one of my own foster cats "Max" didn't have a decent picture on the site.  "No wonder nobody has called about him!"  So I got busy and started taking pictures. 

I wasn't happy with the first picture:

So I took another picture:

Hm....and I took ANOTHER picture:

Yes.  Max is one goofy lookin' guy.  I must've taken 50 pictures of him, and they ALL come out with this bug-eyed expression.  I'm thinking about changing his name on our website to "One Goofy Lookin' Guy".  Before anybody says "that's mean, Beth"!, let it be known  I was going to name my first born son that too...but his father refused.

I had some luxury of extra time this weekend, but unfortunately the cats at the shelter do not.   The protesters did their thing on Saturday.  Why on earth would they protest at a city building when it's closed?  Last time they did their protest at the shelter when it's closed.   I hope they felt like they did something worthwhile.  I'm sure it takes a lot of effort to do these rallies.  I just wish they'd go to the shelter, take a tour and rescue some damn cats. 

Tomorrow, it's back to life as I know it and I couldn't be happier.   

Good Intentions

It felt like a great idea when David said, "Let's get out of here and go over to this neat town I know near Lake Huron and stay in an awesome B&B...No kids. No cats. Just us." 

I threw some lipstick and underwear in a suitcase and bribed the 20 year old kid to take care of the cats.  We were off for an overnight stay of  antiquing, romance and probably waaaay too much food. 

We no sooner flopped on our 1000 thread count WHITE duvet at the B&B,  (Note:  White duvets are foreign to me.  Once you have pets...white is out.)   to have our phone ringing.  My heart sank.  It was my youngest son:

"Mom.  Phoebe is sick.  She's been vomiting all day, she won't eat - not even Temptation Treats.  She's hiding under your bed and growling."

Argh.  I told him that I was NOT driving 3 hours home, and to take her to the emergency clinic.  Fortunately, our own vet came in for an emergency visit.  X-rays were done, and all due care was taken.  Phoebe seemed fine.  But we needed to be on "high alert" just in case it was an obstruction.

Unless you're from a different world entirely, "high alert for a sick cat" and a romantic night at a B&B are hardly compatible.  We sat and fretted for a few hours about Phoebe.  Do we go home?  Phoebe is David's precious little dilute calico.  She loves him and the feeling is mutual.  Phoebe sleeps on David's hip, stomach or back depending on how David rolls over in the night. 

We came home.  Phoebe is fine.  She's eating.  She's happy.  I'm exhausted.

I've made the mistake to catch up on  Facebook and read about the latest protester's shenanigans on behalf of the shelter where I rescue.  Sadly, they continue to believe that the cats at the shelter are not cared for and not given proper medical care.  What's even sadder is that they're taking credit for the improvements that have been made at the shelter.  Adoptions are going to happen at this shelter.  Maybe not today or tomorrow - but they're being set up.  I hope the protesters are better behaved this time.  They truly made themselves out to be over-the-top jackasses instead of the caring people that I'm sure they are. 

It seems like I'm not the only one with good intentions that are turning out to be a waste of time. :)

Looking forward to some adoptions this weekend!  Lots of things pending....

*Fingers are crossed*

Scheduling...Rescues....and Happier Days

Happier days are here as our adoption line is starting to ring again and we're at the end of a very very horrific heat wave.  It's hard to believe I lived in Southern California all of my adult life because I really hate the intense heat of summer.  For the first time in my life, I actually had HIVES from the heat! 

We rescued the the littermates of the little "maggot kitten" yesterday!  Unfortunately, those guys also had similar...um...parasites.  But they're now healthy, happy and with a new foster Mom with our rescue who is a veteran with these sort of little guys. 

With this horrible heat, some coward left a Mom and 5 kittens in a box at the front door of the local SPCA.  The Mom and babies were horribly distressed, dehydrated and malnourished.  Nobody was sure how long they had been in a box like that.  Fortunately, a few calls were made and our rescue has this little family too!  Mom is rail thin, but purr's like a motorboat.  Of course, Mom is black and all of her kittens are black too - LOL  Bless their little hearts.  :)

David was supposed to be at a North American Bridge Championship (aka:  "Geek Fest 2011) all week.  Turns out his team didn't do well on the first day and now he's home all week!  Usually, I love it when he's home, but I'm SO busy and am finding that he's really cramping my style with rescue, etc.  My schedule is all goofed up - in fact, I slept until 9:30 this morning!!!!  That's ridiculous!  I guess I'm used to waking up with him while he's getting ready for work. 

I need to get to the shelter today, but am having trouble coordinating between time with "vacation husband".  Heck....I was supposed to kick some a$$ this week while he was away!  I have some cats to rescue and it's driving me crazy to think I can't get to them as quickly as I would like.

We're getting ready to start an "Adoption Madness" month in August.  This will be news to our foster homes, because I haven't sent out the notice yet.  But I'm hoping it'll get some of our little sweeties adopted that have been lingering in the program for a while. 

Lots of good stuff on the horizon.  Just need to get my man back to work to keep me from going insane.  (Love you, sweetie)

From The "Gross" Files

I have a pretty strong stomach.  I'm a Mom and have had diarrhea squirted down the front of me.  I've been pee'd on, pooped on, and barfed on.  So it takes a lot to really give me the heebie-jeebies. 

Now we have our first "Gross File".

Take this perfect little guy that we named "The Captain":

How could this guy be part of "The Gross Files"?? 

When I went to the shelter today to specifically rescue this 4 week old angel, I received a call from the shelter vet tech while enroute: 

Tech:  "Are you coming for the 4 week old orange kitten?"

Me:  "Yessssss"

Tech:  "Just so you know, he has maggots coming out of his rectum."

Me:  (tapping on the bluetooth) "Say that again?"

Tech:  "Maggots.  Kitten.  Rectum.  He's covered in ticks too."

Me:  (gagging)"Oh God."

When I arrived at the shelter, the tech had given him all the medical care that was available to her, and I took the little guy to our vet.  Turns out maggots in the bum isn't really that big of a deal and he's otherwise healthy.  The maggots will leave as soon as he poops.

Seriously.  Maggot nightmares are happening tonight.  I can just FEEL it. 

So the gross little guy is now known as "The Captain" thanks to the girls at the vets office.  I held the little guy closely under my chin the entire trip - I was terrified I might see a maggot or something.

But look how precious he is!  You wouldn't have left him at the shelter - and neither could I.

(Additional Note:  I received a phone call from the vet tech a few moments ago.  Two more "maggot kittens" from this litter came into the shelter a few more moments ago.  *Sigh*)

Sweltering Rescue Day - Part Deux

The heat at the shelter was like nothing I had ever felt before in the 8 years I've lived in the Toronto area.  The temp gauge on my car said 45 degrees celcius (113 degrees farenheit) and it had to be hotter in the shelter.  The fans were blowing and the water dishes to the animals were all full.  There really wasn't much else that could be done. 

I hate going to the shelter when the cages have been marked for euthanasia for the next day.  I was surprised to find that very few cats had been "marked" - most who were older, feral or sick.  Until I walked up to a cage with a 4-5 month old brown tabby girl in it.  She was stretching towards the fan and I sadly opened the cage to hold her for a little while.  The least I could do is give her some love before she dies tomorrow.  I held her up to the fan as her fur flew into my face and stuck to my lip gloss.  She started to lick the sweat from my  face, then lick my shoulders. She seemed frantic for love and starved for affection.   She wrapped her paws around my neck and I was *done*.  She was coming home with me. 

My actual purpose for going to the shelter was to rescue "Ella", the "toe sucking cat":  (Many thank you's and hugs to Jennifer and Alison who came forward for this sweet cat!)


She was SOOOOO happy to be out of the shelter!!!  She's currently upstairs in my washroom and grooming up a storm!  Actually, I have 3 cats in that bathroom right now and they're ALL getting along:  Ralphie,  Ella and Tabby Girl!  It's such a bonus to only put out one litterbox instead of farming cats out in every washroom.

I felt really angry today.  I'm sure it was the heat.  It didn't seem right that the animals OR employees who had to work in those conditions, but who am I to bitch on behalf of the employees - they're union. 

I could hear the dogs howling in the back and the cats were unusually quiet.  I left the shelter in tears and that hasn't happened in a long time. 

Sweltering Rescue Day!

The day proved to be wonderful despite the horrific heat.  David took the day off today and we headed out to the shelter in the new wheels:

We met, fell in love with AND rescued "Edgar Longbottom":


Hugs and thank you's to Connie who (once again) couldn't resist the urgent plea of a wee one like this.

My voice was ridiculously annoying today, so it won't hurt my feelings should you decide to "mute" my rescue songs. LOL

Next, I'm THRILLED to have rescued my favourite boy "Ralphie":


Many thank you's to "Lory & Co" for coming forward for Ralphie. I think you're going to LOVE LOVE him!

The next video is a special request for help from Kim. This is "Ella" who has been at the shelter too long. She's becoming so stressed and so depressed that she sucks on the pad of her paw.

She broke my heart:


She was in the cage below "Ralphie". Honestly, I felt awful to leave a cat like her behind. She's a gorgeous calico - very sweet - already spayed.

Despite it all, my new wheels handled the trek to the shelter and is no longer a shelter virgin. 

There's already a little bit of cat hair in the back seat.

Exit: The Cool Car

Today is the day that I dreaded for 3 years.  I'm turning in my Cool Car and picking up my new car - an SUV.   How could I possibly complain about getting a new SUV?  I guess I'm not really - but my other car was definitely an awesome car - certainly reeking of "mid-life crisis" than the more conservative SUV that I'm picking up tonight.

In the back seat of my "cool car", there are claw marks from panicked newly rescued cats who stuck their paws out and hung on for dear life.  My record for the number of cats in my little sports car was 32.  Imagine me with 32 cats in a sports car? 

The inside side panels are scratched from pulling cat carriers in and out of the little space that was NEVER intended for cat carriers.  There's a roll of paper towels in the trunk for poop and barf mishaps.  I guess I'll transfer the paper towels into the SUV. 

My 6'3" 260 pound husband will be happy to have more room in this car.  We could never take my car on the weekends.  Watching him *squish* in used to amuse me greatly.

I used to think my little Cool Car knew the way to the shelter automatically.  Somehow without thinking, I would just end up there.  Abracadabra! 

So tonight it's on to a new era - a Tanzanite Blue SUV.  The new "Cat Car".  I wonder how many cats will find their way out of being "just another discarded cat", into a Forever Home thanks to a sturdy SUV who will get us all there. 

Maybe I need to go rescue somebody tomorrow and teach this SUV a few lessons. :)

Swinging, Back In The

Thank you for all the well-wishes of great-grandparenthood!  It's certainly not where I had planned to be at 49 years old, but I'm madly in love with this baby and am thrilled that the little man is part of the family.  I can only hope he's not allergic to cats so he can come visit often.  :)

I've fought the blues over the past week and have found that as the adoption calls are becoming more regular, my mood has also lifted!  I was supposed to have major surgery this Wednesday, but I postponed it for a few reasons, but mainly because I just couldn't face being "down" for several weeks.  There's just too much to do and lots of people and cats counting on me. 

I had my first foster parent leave in a huff a few weeks ago.  Normally, I wouldn't mention it, except when she left she also stiffed me for an adoption fee and accused me of all kinds of horse crap.  Who takes adoption money from a cat rescue?  What's next - stealing the poppy money from the veterans?  I knew I was in trouble with this gal from the get-go.  Next time, I'll let my intuition be my guide.  David said, "If you got rid of her for the cost of an adoption fee, count your blessings."  I love that man . 

We have such an awesome group of loving, wonderful, and supportive foster parents now - I couldn't be happier. 

It was an exciting day to meet a foster Mom at the shelter today.  It's her birthday today and she couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than to rescue a couple of cats.  (And she did!)  She rescued a fluffy black and white 8 week old kitten (rowdy little monkey), and a completely docile, sweet orange 4-5 month old kitten.  Loved helping her choose!

The "vet day" was cancelled again!  (Say what????!!!)  I'm over-the-moon happy that it's going towards the end of July and the shelter isn't as crowded as it usually would be this time of year.  Each room has a HUGE fan blowing in it and the cats seem relatively comfortable despite the heat. 

I have a new favourite at the shelter named "Ralphie":

His shelter picture on the Petfinder site is awful, but I found this one of him.  He's 10 months old with white feet.  He kneads in his cage and licks your face like a dog.  I *LOVE* him!!!  He has THE BIGGEST FLUFFIEST tail I've ever seen!!! He looks like a squirrel and purrs the minute you pick him up.   He's been in the shelter for OVER a month.  He needs out - NOW.

I feel like I'm back in the swing of things again.  My lack of passion lately is part of the "Rescue Rollercoaster".  But my passion for rescue is slowly coming back although I still have another month and a half of slower adoptions.  I need to accept the fact that there will be weeks (and months) like this.  Allowing ignorant  people to get me down isn't a good plan either. 

But hey...I'm human, right? 

Birthin' Babies

What happens when a 16 year old girl has a baby and THAT baby (who is now 15 years old) has a baby?

You end up as a 49 year old Great Grandma! 

I'm pleased to say I spent the day yesterday helping to coach and deliver a gorgeous 7.1 pound baby boy named "Jesiah".  I've only been part of this family for 8 years.  It was such a privilege to be present and part of such a beautiful experience.  It was easy to forget that Jesiah's Mom is only 15 years old - she was so brave.  Fortunately, this little man was born into a loving, caring, supportive family. 

I was coo'ing over the baby in ridiculous baby-speak saying, "I love you already, you are absolutely the cutest baby in the world!", when David casually looks over at us and says, "Don't listen to her Jesiah, she says that to every new foster cat that comes in too!"  (He's so bad.)

After being gone for 12 hours yesterday, I came home to 85 emails, and (of course) the adoption calls started (finally) coming back in!  I didn't realize that I hadn't communicated with anyone or anything until about 2 hours after the baby was born!  Thank heaven there were no major emergencies. 

Found this cute before and after picture:

I'm still on a baby-birthin' high.  Between that and adoption calls coming in, I'm feeling invincible.  Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, eh?

A Few Updates

Operation:  "Rescue World's Cutest 4 Week Old Kitten" Complete!

Yes, the little angel from yesterday's post is happy with SEVEN other kittens her own age and a nursing Mom.  Mom acted like the new arrival was one of the gang and all is happy and well.  I looked at that little face this morning and realized that only a face that cute would get me out of bed that early, drive to the shelter, and meet a foster Mom more than 45 minutes away.  :)

I received an adorable rescue picture on Mittens yesterday:

How incredibly sweet is this picture?  She's holding on for dear life and has NO idea what a wonderful future awaits her! 

I don't usually rally a rescue for the purebreds at the shelter.  Generally, they don't have a hard time getting out, but there's a VERY VERY sweet Himalayan at the shelter that has caught my eye and she's BEYOND adorable and nobody has come forward for her:

I love love love her!!!  Check out her colouring!  Strange, eh?  PLUS....if you look closely at her mouth, you'll see she has a bottom tooth that sticks straight out!  She snuggles too!  (I guess that's enough exclamation points....you get the point)  

The phones remain quiet and I'm hesitant to rescue too many until things pick up.  We've got quite a few kittens that are getting bigger and bigger and without regular adoptions, things get a little tight.  I really need another venue to feature our cats. 

Maybe it's time to knock on a few doors again.



 

Another Monday in July

I procrastinated going to the shelter this morning.  I just had one little soul to rescue and that makes it very difficult for me when I can only take one.  Since the rescue was a "requested cat", I had hoped it would be easier.  Surprisingly, the "vet day" was cancelled on both Friday AND today so the shelter was quite full.  Not "bursting at the seams", but definitely getting full.

I almost had to look at the calendar....July 11th....cancelling euthanasia days??  Wow!!!

The lucky little girl was "Hannah".  So before anybody screams, "Tabby favouritism!" her foster-Mom-to-be requested her:

 I've never seen so many tabbies at the shelter.  As Kim said, "They're all waiting for you to rescue them, Beth".  Ugh!  :)

There was one little soul in particular that caught my eye as I walked through the aisles of "lost souls".  She's 4 weeks old and obviously doesn't understand why on earth she's not with her Mommy:



The staff told me that when the guy dropped her off, he said he had considered "just putting her under the exhaust pipe" rather than bringing her to the shelter. WTF?

Because "misery loves company", I thought I'd video tape a few sweet faces from one of the cat rooms:


The loud mewing that you hear in the background of that video is that 4 week old kitten. :(  

While I was there, somebody came in to claim their cat.  The cat had been at the shelter for FIVE days and posted on a popular lost pet site.  I can't imagine waiting 5 days to pick up my cat, but maybe they were on holidays, right? 

The good news is, rescues are still coming in to take cats, but the shelter is now full.  In fact, in the short time I was at the shelter today, 3 stray cats were brought in at separate times.  Nobody seems to care that the cats could be euthanized after 3 days.  "Not my cat.  Not my problem." 

Just another Monday at the shelter....

What is A "Normal" Morning?

I rarely post anything on Sundays, but received the following mail from a foster Mom this morning that pretty much summed up my life with my cats.   Thank goodness it's not just me!!   I thought you'd be able to relate to it too: 


Only people with cats can truly appreciate how waking up to ‘issues’ just seems normal.

3:30am wake up to kittens wrestling (screaming) – get up put outside bedroom and close door

5:00am wake up to birds chirping – get up close window and blind

7:45am wake up walk into hallway – see what looks like cat puke in hallway and kitty tunnel – ugh.

7:50 – fed 9 frenzy cats – 3 on Chef’s dinner (Timbit eats a whole can himself), 1 on high fibre, who wants everything but, 5 on shredded salmon (nope Bear won’t eat this AM) *Amazingly both Crash and Grease Monkey have come downstairs to join everyone else – good sign??

8:10 – Lanee pukes big time on my new sleeper sofa – run to remove covering and put in laundry.

8:20 - clean up all dishes and wash and sweep floor.

8:30 – clean all litter boxes – yep someone has diarrhea –

8:40 – go clean up tunnel and hallway puke – NOOOO it is diarrhea not puke – gag!!! Now whooooo is it – Crash? BoPeep?

8:45 – put tunnel outside to scrub – grab a cup of coffee

8:50 – Sit down think about my life and bawl….

9:00 – look behind me to a noise – there is Grease Monkey cocking his head at me blinking and putting his paw on glass,

9:01 – I laugh!

(Reposted with permission....thank you so much!)

Searching Out the Positive!

What a good Friday it is! Forgotten Ones Cat Rescue saw my post about adorable plump Mittens and contacted me last night about rescuing her. I'm over the moon! She's safe and out of the shelter as I type this.  Many thank you's to Kim, Dean, and Debbie who made it possible for her to get out of the shelter today!! 

One of my own foster homes came forward for Mittens too.  Sooooo...that means I have an open foster spot and can go back to the shelter! 

The shelter euthanasia rate is WAY down for this time of year.  I've never heard of the numbers being so low for early July!  Kim has her "rescue room" back and I can tell that the employees seem more unbeat.  I won't say that things are perfect, but they're certainly on the right track.  I heard that one rescue took 18 cats this week!!  Wahooo!

Sooooo...for 16 seconds of Friday cuteness, I present my own foster kitten "Sherman":


Lordie, I hope he's adopted soon. We're all getting WAY too attached!

Happy Friday!!

Counting the Days Until October

The only phone calls I've received lately have been people wanting to surrender their cats or former adopters ready to get their kitten spayed or neutered.  Holy Moly, the adoptions are slooooow! 

I've tried to take the painfully slow days and turn them into opportunities to catch up and "pimp" some adoptions.  (Thanks Renee - love that word!!)  April, May and June the adoptions came in easily  - without much effort.   July and August?  I'm scrambling for adoptions.

I scrolled through the shelter's Petfinder Page (Click here to see it) and felt sick to my stomach.  Four pages of cats and kittens.  I know the shelter must've been full for the vet day today.

We lost an older kitten this morning to an unknown cause.  The poor foster parents were horrified to find the poor little guy passed away on their kitchen floor.  I've had a lot of awful things happen, but have been grateful to have been spared (so far) from finding something like that.  I know they're experiencing a lot of guilt over it..."What if's?", etc...but there's just SO MANY things that can go wrong with these guys that it's hard to know what it could've been.  Regardless, it still frickin' hurts.

There's a cat at the shelter that really has my heart.  Her name  is "Mittens":

I love her!  She's a big girl in a VERY VERY Tiny cage.  She can't turn around very well, and she's so sweet.  I want to save her so badly and am hopeful another rescue will see this post and fall in love with her too.  She doesn't look like this picture any more.  She looks very very sad.  When I come up to the cage, she has stopped lifting her head.  The staff love her and want to help her too.  I don't want her to give up hope.

After rereading this blog post, I must apologize for the "downer".  I feel like it's been a while since I've had an uplifting post, but that's the way it is in the Summer. 

October....where are you? 

When The Wall Comes Tumbling Down

There are some days where I feel like the term "When it Rains, it Pours" was made for me.   I woke up as I usually do and it was like the Crap Gods decended on me!!

We spent more than $4500.00 on plumbing repairs a few days ago, only to wake up to a flooded basement AGAIN this morning.  It was SO flooded that I couldn't get to my washer and dryer.  I had a rescue to do today and I couldn't even get to the cat carriers.

Sadly, one of our kittens died after being attacked by a foster parent's dog.  It was an awful situation and the kitten was leaving shortly for his Forever Home.  I really don't want to go into this any further.  It's very painful for all of those involved and nothing could've predicted or prevented it. 

When a day starts out this badly, it doesn't take much to make even the little things feel like huge ordeals.  You know the drill ....stubbing your toe, breaking your glasses, or bad hair. 

On the "Good news" sector of the day, I'm happy to report that Animal Control cancelled the euthanasia day on Friday - the shelter was in good shape despite it being the end of June!  (Say what???!!!)  Lots of cats scheduled to be RESCUED today too!  I used to report of the intense heat in the shelter during the summer, but am also happy to say that there are tons of HUGE fans and a portable air conditioner.  The cats looked comfortable....as comfortable as discarded shelter cats can be.  But that was a huge step in the right direction. 

I rescued a darling kitten that had just arrived today.  She's a feminine fluffy little blue/cream tortoiseshell.  Gosh, she was sweet....

We also rescued "Tabitha" today:

I want to add a special thank you to our veterinary clinic AND the volunteer driver who is taking the kitten and Tabitha to their foster homes tonight.  I called both the vet clinic AND the driver today in a mini-meltdown after my plans to put the cats in my washroom this afternoon dissipated with the plumbing issues.  The veterinary clinic offered to let me keep the cats there for the afternoon for free, and our wonderful volunteer driver offered to pick them up directly from the vet's office despite the traffic nightmare. 

I'm blessed with another friend who has continually watched my back despite some pretty rough recently obstacles. 

Many thank you's to those that worked hard to make my life easier today - you know who you are.   I really and truly appreciate it.

As I type this blog post, the plumber is busy working in the basement.  My pocketbook will be a little emptier as a result, but my heart feels full with a great rescue and a leg up from friends. 

Happy Rescue/Canada Day!

It's the eve of a holiday in Canada today, so I don't expect many Canucks to read my blog post today. 

I went to the shelter with a heavy heart today knowing that I could only rescue ONE fortunate little soul on the night before a euthanasia day.  Yes, the vet will come in on a holiday too.  The shelter wasn't really that full and things looked pretty good for the end of June! 

I quickly rescued "Grommett" - a fluffy grey/white fella that seemed to be depressed and ready to get the hell of the shelter:

  It wasn't until the vet tech brought in THE WORLD'S CUTEST 5 week old kitten with SEVEN toes on her feet that I started to crumble. 

In fact, it wasn't just one kitten, but a litter of 3 fluffy polydactyl kittens that had just arrived.  I got out my foster list and knew there was a foster Mom that would LOVE these little ones.  (Thank you, Renee!)  Thankfully, I didn't have to choose just one, but ended up rescuing 4 little souls.  Oh do I envy the foster Mom who gets to name this little trio!

When I got home, I received an email from another foster Mom who had been interested in "Marci":

Marci came into the shelter with a leg that was dangling.  She just dragged her front right paw around, and didn't seemed too worried about it!  I was worried about rescuing Marci.  Sometimes these things get expensive, and I already rescued the kittens who had been hit by a car and thrown out a car window.  For a young rescue, these things can be financially crippling.

  The foster Mom wanted Marci, but I had already promised to loan the car to my son.  I couldn't go back to the shelter.  Bless her heart, she drove in late afternoon holiday traffic - 2 and a half hours to pick up Marci and save her from euthanasia tomorrow morning.  She quickly took Marci to the vet where she found that Marci had completely severed tendons and ligaments - probably from being hit by a car.  So our Marci is going to become a 3-legged wonder cat. 

Thank you to Marci's foster Mom who cared enough about this ordinary little brown tabby to save her life.  We're ALL grateful to you.

Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canucks.  (OK...I'm a wannabe Canuck) 

The Visitor

Great news today!  We were able to rescue the two kittens that I posted about yesterday.  The little guy that was hit by a car, and the one that was thrown out of a car - we've lovingly named him "Grease Monkey".

The other guy that was hit by a car is going to be named "Crash".   We don't know what kind of medical care Crash will need, but he's being examined by the vet as I type this.  Poor little guy. 

We had a crazy day yesterday.  I kept hearing what sounded like a small bird *chirp*.  I couldn't find the source of the noise until I walked into the kitchen and found 4 cats surrounding the oven - their noses pressed to the floor.

Never a good thing. 

I shoo'd everybody away and called my son to help me.  We started to dismantle the bottom of the stove.  No, we didn't know what we were doing, but SOMETHING was freakin' chirping under there and was at the mercy of a house full of predators. 

We took a flashlight and laid flat on the floor.  At first, all we could see was a ba-zillion cat toys that had slid under there over the years.  But then we saw *it* when it blinked.  It was a very frightened little chipmunk. 

"Now what?"

My son and I must've looked like something out of the Three Stooges.  We started dumping out Tupperware bowls, and getting soup spoons to try to scoop up the poor thing.  We had a Tupperware bowl fortress set up in the kitchen!!  Looking back, it's hard to believe we actually thought that would work.  Because as soon as we came at that sweet chipmunk with a spoon, it darted out from under the stove with 4 predators fast behind it.

I'm screaming and trying to scruff cats!   My son is screaming and scruffing cats!  Tupperware bowls are flying all over the place as we run after the little thing who promptly finds temporary solace under our family room couch. 

My son and I look at each other, knowing that we're fast losing control of the situation.  If the chipmunk goes into the basement, we're done.  So in a last ditch move, I open the back door to the backyard.  My son takes the soup spoon and taps on top of the sofa to flush the little guy out.  Like magic, the chipmunk bolts!!

I start screaming again and hold up the doormat to the back door and start waving it like a bullfighter.  I cursed the housekeepers as cat hair flew all over the room as I shook the doormat.  The chipmunk stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the family room.  We look at him.  He looks at us.  I wave the cat hair laden rug as the chipmunk scurries politely outside. 

We shut the door and can't believe what we just saw.

Business as Usual

It was nice to be back to the shelter today to rescue.  I made some tough choices, but it came down to adoptability and who was at most risk for euthanasia tomorrow. The shelter is back to a summer schedule for vet days - Monday, Wednesday and Friday - so my heart hurt as I left there today. 

There are two kittens at the shelter that I desperately need to save.  One was seen being thrown out of a car window - 6 weeks old.  He wasn't injured, but obviously so frightened.  The other 6 week old kitten is this little guy that was actually HIT by a car.  His finder was the one that brought him in:

(Yes, freaky protesters - he received medical attention - do NOT go bizerk and call the Mayor.)  He was treated for a laceration on his paw, but will need some additional medical care after his rescue.  I've been busy trying to find placement for them both.  I couldn't take them today without knowing if I had a spot. 

I also rescued an insanely cute kitten named "Christian":

When I picked him up he licked my hand.  I melted.  Many hugs and thank you's to Tom and Susan who took "just one more".  :)
I also rescued a sweet declawed calico named "Deena":

To give you an idea how frightened they are when they first arrive, you can't really tell how sweet she is by the picture.  I took the following picture in my washroom a few minutes after rescue:

It's sad that I had to consider "fast turnover".  There's a VERY VERY sweet declawed black cat at the shelter that I really wanted to take.  He's been there so long and really wanted to come with me.  ugh. 

This time of year, they all need help.  But I think I have a spot for those kittens...looks like another rescue tomorrow!!

Monday, Monday

I was supposed to go to the shelter today, but needed to take care of my own animals first.  My 13 year old dog Maggie had a sore ear, my 7-toed white boy "The Snow Cat" desperately needed help with one of his freaky nails, and my foster baby Sherman had stopped eating due to a nasty cold.

We came home with an armload of antibiotics, 2 ticked off cats and a geriatric dog that seemed happy for the ride. 

Last week was a rough week. Just when I thought I was going to pull my hair out I was lifted up by some wonderful emails and a fundraiser from my friend Kim at Fuzzy Tales.  Isn't it amazing that somebody that I have never met felt inspired to do a fundraiser for our rescue through her own blog!  In celebration of her cat Derry's birthday, she would donate .40 cents for every comment made on her blog that day!  We ended up with enough of a donation to neuter our next incoming rescue.  Thank you so much!!!!

Adoptions were terrific over the weekend and I'm busy trying to put together all my stats for *almost* month end.   My bank balance has taken a bit of a hit this month due to some sick cats, but that's to be expected this time of year.  The more cats you rescue, the more that need to be vetted.

I've decided not to give the crazy protesters any more fuel for their fire.  The emails that have been coming to me since my last post have been very hostile and threatening.  (With the exception of one comment that showed an inkling of professionalism) We all want the best for the animals, but it's sad to see well-meaning people cross the line and make up stories about the shelter where I rescue.   Creating sensationalism hurts everybody and reduces credibility.  Regardless, I hope their dreams come true - for the cats.

Moving on....

I can only rescue one or two cats tomorrow and hate the idea of walking the aisles tomorrow to figure out the best fit for the foster parents and the rescue.  The many adoptions this weekend didn't really create much foster space.  We're out of Petsmart for July and August, so we had to place the kittens that were in the store in the available foster space.  *juggle* *juggle*

Happy Monday....Cheers to a better week! 
 

An Open Letter

Dear Protesters:

You were at the shelter where I rescue today - about a dozen or so of you.  You had signs and promised to be peaceful.  You weren't peaceful.  You shouted and harrassed employees.  You shouted "SHAME ON YOU!"

Did you know that the employee you shouted at was a janitor trying to do her job? 

Did you know that you did so little research on this shelter, that you staged your demonstration while it was closed?  It was only open for a short while and closed 30 minutes later.

Did you know that you prevented the responsible public from coming in and licencing their pets? 

How many cats did YOU rescue today??   None?  Why not?

Did you ask to take any cats or kittens that were being dropped off?  I didn't think so.  You probably didn't have enough room.  But this shelter always has room. 

Because you were there making a scene in front of people that have NO say-so in what happens at this shelter,  people who wanted to drop off a found pet or litter of kittens, may have dropped them off at the side of the road instead of leaving them in a safe situation.  Because of YOU, there may be a new colony started, or kittens being eaten by coyotes, or starved to death. 

You used my blog to declare that 83 cats died on Friday.  Did you know that there was Distemper in the shelter and these were sick cats?  I didn't think so. 

For those of you who are Canadian Registered Charities, did you know that you put your charity status at risk by going out there and taking a stand politically?  I didn't think so. 

You risked a lot today and didn't gain much.  As an animal rescuer, you did NOT speak for me.  You embarrassed me. 
 

Rough Week

I feel like the world has gone crazy today. 

83 cats died at the shelter today simply because there were not enough homes. 

I received an email from another rescue organization asking for help with cats after a foster parent died.  She had my sympathy until she disclosed that the woman had 20 cats of her own and "the rescue" gave her 8 more to foster.  Insanity! 

What kind of rescue knowingly gives an elderly woman 8 cats to foster when she already has 20 cats?  T.V. shows are made of this kind of stuff.

That isn't rescue.  That's hoarding.  I don't know what the legal limit is in this woman's area, but it's NOT 28 cats.  Poor thing.

Apparently, there's a rally/protest at the shelter where I rescue tomorrow and this woman's rescue is involved.  She should clean up her own backyard before poopin' in somebody else's.  Just sayin'...

Anyway, it's been a shitty week and isn't ending too much better.  Lots going on that isn't making me happy right now.  It's ok...it's part of what I bought into when I started the rescue.  Why it all happens at once is beyond me. 

I'm grateful for every day that I receive reassuring, kind emails.  Our volunteers are so awesome and on weeks like this....I'm trying to remember how blessed I really am. 

Tonight, I'm remembering the unwanted and with the help of our volunteers, do our best to make a difference.