All in a day

Yesterday was one of those days.  

Well, to tell you the truth, it started with the day before yesterday. 

I went to the Humane Society to see two found tabbies that could potentially be Satchie. 

No dice. 

One wasn’t… the other one had already been euthanized. 

Came home and cried a fair bit. Of course. 

Then yesterday another tabby showed up on the HS’s website. And by George, she looked like my darling tornado!

Well friends, it wasn’t Satchie.

So close, though. She was very affectionate and looked so much like Satchie I had a hard time convincing myself that it wasn’t even after all the evidence. 

We spent some 40 minutes trying to figure out if she was or not. The technician was very understanding and even called a more experienced one to handle the kitty so at least we could see if it was a boy or a girl cause the info wasn’t in the chart . It was indeed a girl! Heart thumping hard!

She had the same soft fur, very similar markings, and she was so comfortable with me it was easy to pretend she was the little pest. 

In the end, and thanks to the million pictures of Satchie I have in my phone, we were able to see that this sweet girl has some circular markings on the left side of her face that Satchie doesn’t have.

She is also more on the brown side while Satchie’s coat on the back and legs is more on the silver side. 

I wanted her to be Satchie so much it was like I was willing her to be. 

Alas, it was not to be.

Now I fear for that sweet girl. It looks like her tail is broken. I hope she is deemed adoptable because she has so much love to give. It’d be a shame if she ends up being euthanized. 

At this point I was trying hard to hold the tears back as I sill had some business to do at the shelter. I went back to the other side to pick up this little beauty

  
Her name is Munchkin and I’ll be fostering her for the next few weeks. She is 8-9 weeks old and on antibiotics for an upper respiratory infection so I have to be careful to protect Jay and miss Kaylee. 

Munchkin is absolutely adorable and very brave too. She purred all the way home, perched on my shoulder.

She’s faring quite well, though. Eating well, drinking plenty of water and using the litterbox just fine. 

I told her she was NOT allowed to steal my heart! 

But this is how we woke up this morning  

 
How am I supposed to deal with THAT??!!! 

So the day ended up on a high note. The was some crying still but a lots of smiling and even some laughing at little Munchkin’s antics. 

Now if you excuse me, I have to go cause she’s currently trying to nurse from my right earlobe…

  

I’ve got leaky eyes

My foster babies will be gone today!

They were scheduled to go back to Humane Society next week, however they are having an adoption promotion this weekend that includes reduced adoption fees for adults cats and kittens.

So of course it makes sense to have them at the event. It will reduce how long they actually spend in the shelter by getting them adopted this weekend.  It would be better to wait till they are 12 weeks old and not 8 as they are now. Sadly, the younger, the more likely they’ll get adopted because, well, you know. Kittens are adorable. They youngest, the more adorable. I understand the appeal. Plus reduced adoption fees. That is a big draw as well.

I of course, want for them a forever home where they’ll be cherished and get all the love they deserve. And the less time they have to spend at the shelter, the better for them too.

Less stress for the kittens. And that is what we all want, right?

Right!

Then why do I have this big lump on my throat?

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The Bullying Game

Well, I guess I can say I’ve gone through all the Stages of Loss and Grief in the last five days.

There was isolation, there was bargaining, there was depression, there was anger (oh, there was anger!) and I reached acceptance about 20 minutes ago.

I planned on writing a post this morning on compassion, as I reached acceptance while having breakfast. But that’ll have to wait because I’m afraid there was a new development (is that a redundancy, new development? like added bonus?).

Anyway, the redundant new development sent me back into depression, another little bit of bargaining (if only I had waited a little longer to release the two spayed females), lots of crying, an anxiety episode and lots of anger.

I had therapy/counselling today at 11 am. I was running late and only made to the bus stop when my counselor and I agree it was better to reschedule so I could have a full hour.

Decided to walk to the pharmacy to pick up my medication instead. When I came home, I found this on my door

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CSI at Casa Colombiana

My living room right HAS become Crime Central.

There are five villains – FIVE, being shamelessly and unapologetically adorable in it. I told them the Cute Police was going to come take them away but they just don’t care.

They declared themselves guilty as charged and unwilling to change their ways.

I wash my hands.

PS: I you don’t hear from me in a day, send in the rescue crew. I might’ve died of Adorable Overload!

PPS: Don’t worry, I mean, yes I am a bona fide Crazy Cat Lady but I didn’t adopt them all. I am fostering them

PPPS: I accidentally inherited (story to follow soon) a feral colony that lives in my backyard. Mama cat belongs to it. We’re trapping, neutering/spaying and returning them. Four down, two more to go.