I've been working with the public quite a bit more than I usually do. I'm finding myself answering urgent pleas and returning calls from the public who have found a cat and need help. Because I'm generally not very trusting of people who want help with cats, it's a big step for me to call these people back.
It's a beautiful time of year for cats that need help. In July - nobody will have time or space.
I received a call from a lovely sounding older lady that reported she witnessed somebody "fling" a cat out of a car window. What makes people think that it's OK to throw a cat out of a car window? Apparently, the finder of the cat is highly allergic and not very internet savvy on how to search for help, so this poor kitty spent the night in a box on her front porch. I can't imagine how cold she must've been. (Probably warmer than she would've been if she hadn't been discovered) The finder found how to reach me the next day and this poor angel spent her last night as an unwanted, abandoned cat:
We also rescued a very lovely little dilute calico at the "high kill shelter". She's quite pregnant and were praying she doesn't deliver her kittens while she's got the shelter's standard viral infection:
Our adoptions have been very high this month. We've adopted out 30 cats and kittens this month and it's only the 11th! I love knowing that I have the freedom to rescue more. February is kind of the gravy month - not much sickness and many adoptions. I just paid an $8000.00 vet bill today so am truly happy to have a little bit of gravy to help with expenses.
One of our volunteers innocently said to me today, "Gee Beth, it's almost kitten season already!"
"NOOOOooooooooo!" I am not ready. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not ready. I'm enjoying my freedom.