… what’s been going on?
Well, as hinted, Carmela is CarmelO. 😉 At least I found out before I left him/her at the vet’s for surgery. She came to work with me and on the way home I stopped at the vet for food for Tux. They, of course, wanted some snuggle time with Carm. “What are you — oh, you’re a boy.” Me: “What????” As before, I never checked. When I let his former foster know she said that originally, when he was handed over from the shelter they said he was a boy. When he got sick, the clinic said he was a girl. Then I got him. I’m still going with it’s not 100% until he has his surgery!
Tux is having a rough time. He really, really hates Carmelo, who won’t leave him alone. He’s pretty good with Carm; just runs away. But sometimes it leads to misdirected aggression which he takes out on Murphy. Not to mention litter box accidents. It means quite the juggling act of who is confined where and when. Generally, if I’m home, everyone is free and I do my best to run interference. At night, Carmelo is confined to the crate. During the day while I’m away, Tux is confined to the foster room. We’re going to try him in a new foster home with no other cats.
We had an amazing adoptathon last weekend! All of our Pet Valu partner stores participated. We had 31 adoptions! Mostly kittens but some adults and seniors, too. I didn’t have any fosters there but eight from “my” foster homes all got adopted — including FOUR cerebellar hypoplasia kittens!!!
We needed some good news. The week before we had a HORRIBLE Friday. One of my best foster homes contacted me around lunchtime. She has four kittens and the smallest one (less than 200g/7ounces when she got him!) wasn’t doing well. Although he’d always been a fighter, and had been making great progress, he was suddenly lethargic and uninterested in eating. We sent her to the vet clinic immediately. Right away the clinic contacted us; they feared the worst and were doing an x-ray. Sadly, it pointed directly at FIP. The poor little guy was full of fluid. Another foster (who I know well) was also at the clinic with a not-doing-well-kitten. Unbelievably it, too, was diagnosed with FIP. I bleeping HATE that disease. The odds of two separate and unrelated cats coming into a clinic on the same day with FIP; I can’t even imagine. My foster — who is very young but soaking up cat care knowledge like a sponge! — was devastated. She couldn’t bear to stay. Fortunately, the other foster is one of our rock stars. She stayed and she (and the clinic) put the two kittens together.
So the kittens had feline and human company for their last journey. There were plenty of tears, both at the clinic and over keyboards across the city. So unfair.