Blue has come down with an eye infection. The vet didn’t find any evidence of a scratch, though that’s my main suspect. She has to have antibiotic drops for a few days and she is a terrible patient. WAY harder to medicate that most of the fosters I’ve had! (“Shoemaker’s children …” Lol.)
After we wrestle to get the drops in — with much wailing and carrying on — I have to put the cone on for a bit because if I don’t, she’ll immediately wash her face and ingest any bits of medication still there. She is NOT impressed.
I give her treats and only leave it on for 15 minutes and still there is much drama. And MUCH face-washing when I take it off. Lol.
As predicted, my foster break was not as long as I hoped. This is part of an email I received just before I left for the wedding:
We are embarking on a rather ambitious rescue project this month. There are MANY MANY cats and kittens to rescue from various sources. Ontario shelter partners are filled to the brim and need HELP! In addition to this, our friends in Quebec desperately need to clear out their overcrowded shelter, so they can make room to save more at-risk cats. TCR will be bringing in 60 cats and kittens on Tuesday October 19th. We need foster space for all of these cats, for approximately 3 weeks.
The rescue list sent out with this email — even before the Quebec rescue — had cats from three different shelters! And earlier in the month we brought nearly 40 cats/kittens from Northern* Ontario. It’s so rewarding that we can do this (and sad that we need to). Of course I couldn’t say no.
I arrived home at about 1.30am on Tuesday. The resident cats were all happy to see me (Blue especially!) though Jonesy sulked first, for a day. Sleep did not come immediately and then was not long. 😉 I got up, had breakfast, saw my sister off. (She lives outside Toronto and stayed with me the night before and the night after the trip.) Unpacked, watered plants, caught my breath.
Mid-afternoon I got an email that my new fosters were on the way — SIX of them!!!! I had to laugh; the email was outlining a number of drops for the driver. Two to a store, one to another foster, and six to me!! I had to take a ‘dolly’ down to bring them upstairs — and the driver still had to help!
Although for most of our time there it looked like this:
On our last day it looked like this:
And — also on the last day — we had a gorgeous sunset:
Between the wedding, visiting family, and the weather (whale-watching was cancelled due to the “atmospheric river” — it’s a thing, look it up) we didn’t do much sight-seeing. But we did manage to squeeze in some things on the way home.
washed all interior windows (and a couple of exterior ones)
cleaned and sterilized the cage
cleaned and sun-bleached two scratchers and a scratching post
cleaned and sun-bleached a carrier
washed foster room floor
installed carpet squares on the foster room floor
replaced resident litterboxes; threw out most foster litterboxes
replaced kitten scratching post
washed and sun-bleached square cubby hole
cleaned and sterilized any toys that survived the purge
regular cleaning and dusting that hadn’t been done for a while because, really, what was the point?!
gave the floors a good scrub
because of the time of year*, brought plants inside and cleaned/closed balcony
I was able to do all this over time, so it was a more thorough job. Nice that I wasn’t racing to get ready for a new batch of fosters.
The cleaned up foster room! The new squares probably won’t last long (very cheap) but they’re fuzzy (much fuzzier than they look) and cozy. Equipment is stored in the cage to keep it clean and “safe” from the resident cats, though they have access to the room because I’m putting their litterboxes in there while I’m away (easier for their caretaker) and maybe until new fosters arrive.
And now — though I always say this — I’m taking a bit of a break. For real this time.
My niece’s wedding was originally scheduled for three weeks after the first COVID shut down (April 2020). It was cancelled, of course. Earlier this year she re-scheduled for October 16th. She lives out on the West coast — Vancouver Island — so all family and many of the guests have to travel quite a distance. She made the decision at the beginning of the “fourth wave” that she was going ahead, no matter what.
Our family is now, literally, coast-to-coast; opportunities for our large numbers to get together are infrequent, even without stupid COVID. We’ve been holding our breaths that it will be able to proceed in some sort of “normal” way. We’ve all been double vaccinated (though there are some young children who haven’t been yet) and she’s doing her very best to set everything up with good protocols. The important thing is that we’ll be together.
So I definitely won’t be taking any new fosters before I go. And we’ll see after I get back. I may be going away at Christmas (more family visits) so I want to be sure I’m foster-free then, too. But I’ll try and still do a few posts at least. Or maybe re-post some “oldies, but goodies”.
The other night, I heard scratching from under the couch. Murphy often arbitrarily scratches on various things; the floor, the counter, the cupboards. But he was in the bedroom. So I got down and had a look.
There was Fizzbin, scratching away at some dried vomit! Now, I just cleaned under there the other day, so it wasn’t that old. But old enough to be dry. I didn’t feel like cleaning it up right then, (out of sight, out of mind) and figured he’d give up. Nope. Scratch, scratch, scratch. So I got a cloth and cleaned it up. I thought. A few minutes later he was back; scratch, scratch, scratch. Yes, I’d missed a spot.