Change of plans

I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again. The best laid plans … blah, blah, blah.

At first the girls were going to come home after their surgery. Then they were booked to go to a store. Then Mandy’s adopter (a friend of Joanna’s expressed interest in Mandy a couple of weeks ago; then it became a she-100%-wants-her thing) wanted to adopt her from me rather than a store. She was worried about someone swooping in and getting Mandy before she could get to the store after work. So there was a last minute scramble and permission for her to be pre-screened. Thanks to amazing efforts by a number of TCR people (like Paula!) she was screened on Tuesday night just in time for me to be able to bring Mandy home again after her surgery.

To my surprise, I was quite teary; first when I dropped them off and then throughout the morning. I haven’t felt that way since I left Lawson — scared and alone — at a store event. I guess I was more attached to Bree than I thought and worried about her being by herself in a store.

Their surgeries went fine and I went to pick up Mandy after work. Turns out that Bree couldn’t get a ride to the store (we’re very short on volunteer drivers right now, if anyone’s interested) so she came home with me, too! Hurray! Bree was really feeling the effects of the surgery so I’m extra glad she was home and not in a strange, noisy place. She was very sleepy.

Mandy was already back to herself, crying to get out of the bathroom (they’re segregated again; smaller room, less running and jumping), and freaking Claire out. Sigh. She’s getting picked up on Friday night.

This morning Bree was still very lethargic, had a bit of laboured breathing, and wouldn’t eat breakfast. I brought her to work so I can keep an eye on her (and put Mandy in with Claire so she wouldn’t be lonely). If she doesn’t perk up today I won’t take her to the store. It can wait until she’s feeling better — I can take her Friday or on the weekend.

Post-surgery

Post-surgery sleepy.

1 ... 2 ... 3 .... Awwwwww!

1 … 2 … 3 …. Awwwwww!
(Mandy is not bigger; just looks that way here.)

 

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About Adventures in Cat Fostering

I am a cat fosterer for Toronto Cat Rescue. I also have two cats of my own, Jonesy, the black and white, and Murphy, the brown tabby, in the photo. Both were adopted from Toronto Cat Rescue.
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