When you start feeling burned out with rescuing?
I had a bad night last night. First off, Miss Avon got on the ceiling shelves, knocked down my chickens and broke them all over. Now mind you it’s not the chickens that upset me, but the fact I had the granddaughter’s dinner on the counter and glass shattered everywhere. I had to start all over with dinner, clean up the mess, and then while doing that I found hairballs all over. I spent the entire evening cleaning. Then to top it off, the new guy at the park is so friendly, and we’re going to have to try and find him a home. Then we discovered 2 kittens in the woodpile (and who’s to say if there are more). This is the first kittens in years and we have NO idea who or where the mom is. We now have to try and capture them, tame them, and find homes. We have the 3 we rescued still in our spare bath, and now we have the kitten Yardley is bringing around. Then last night a Siamese shows up at our door. OH! Then last night I get a call from the park saying a neighborhood woman is complaining a cat is coming in her doggy door and it’s a park cat! Yeah right! A feral is going to go in the neighborhood and through a doggy door! I’m so sure! So…they want us to trap the cat and take it somewhere! I don’t think so!! But I’m really worried if neighbors’ start complaining the park will insist on getting rid of the cats. I’m stressed and feeling burnt out. I know this will end, but how do all you that rescue get past this point? Thanks for listening!!
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