I really thought that natural attrition taking my cat numbers down to 7 was something of a relief to me. Hopefully, I'll be able to pay down some heavy debts, I thought. I can certainly spend more time with cats who got little attention while I was paying special attention to the very sick ones. I was sure it felt good to get home and only pill one cat, put dry food into 7 bowls, re-fill 3 water bowls, and scoop out 18 litter boxes.
But then there was my reaction to one of the pets on gas row, posted by mrbluekittie. I know very well that there are many cats out there, dying in the bushes or behind trash containers, being euthanized in shelters all over this country, and that none of us can save them all. However, one cat on the list wouldn't leave my mind and I decided to push my credit card bill even higher by adopting her if she was still alive, shipping her from Georgia to Washington state. Fortunately for both of us (the trip would have been a nightmare to her), she has been adopted. After I heard the news, I faced the fact that having only 7 cats just wasn't enough for me. So I've volunteered to be a foster parent for a local no-kill shelter, and I'm hoping they will accept me.
It's ridiculous really since I know Ted will start spraying up the walls, I'll lose my dressing room, I'll have to get up half-an-hour earlier each morning, and I won't pay off any debts. Why am I so excited for it all to start?!
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