As I mentioned, it’s been pretty busy since I got back. I think I also mentioned, at some point, doing some reorganizing and clearing out. As part of that I decided to get a new bed. The new model is one of those with drawers underneath; more storage and — because they affect so many of my decisions — no cats can get underneath!
Saturday morning my sister and brother-in-law met me at IKEA with their truck. We loaded up the new bed (FIVE parcels), drove home, carried everything in, and then they took away my old bed. With both her sons now moved out, she’s re-furnishing two bedrooms.
I spent ALL Saturday afternoon putting that damn bed together. I have one massive bruise on my arm (not sure what exactly I did) and lovely burst blister, in the centre of my palm, courtesy of the screwdriver. (I have an electric screwdriver but a) it took about 12 hours to charge and b) it still wasn’t strong enough for most things.) I ache all over to a greater and lesser degree. It was hot and humid — even with the air conditioning on — and I sweated out about ten litres (2.6 gallons) of sweat. I got it put together enough to sleep but had to finish the drawers (and the bedside table) on Sunday. Fortunately I love it! And the drawers are huge; they’re going to hold way more than I thought they would. Of course now I need a new bedside lamp and a new dresser. 😦
Saturday night one of our other great fosters, Stephanie, came to take Pete. I got this on Monday:
Pete is doing great here so far! He gets along fine with my two residents. One of them has a habit invading the space of other cats by sticking her nose right up their butts so she has gotten a few hisses, but that’s pretty typical. And he is absolutely fine with my [nine-month-old] daughter. She pats him on the head and he nuzzles her back. It’s really very sweet. She got a handful of his fur this morning and he didn’t even react. I love how often he kneads!
Sunday morning I did my shift at the Volunteer Centre. I can’t remember if I wrote about it or not but I now do a weekly shift at the Centre. We only have ten cages; it is NOT a shelter. It’s a way station. Two weeks in a row, eight out of ten cages were occupied but not a single repeat resident. I clean, feed, medicate if necessary, and visit with whoever’s there. This week was a lovely group (it’s not always) who were chatty and friendly and just waiting for foster homes (mostly). It’s usually very quiet on a Sunday morning but yesterday it was the Grand Central Station of fostering! There was a meeting happening upstairs and just about everyone wanted to come say “hello” to the cats. The week before I would have had to be mean and say “no” — we had a couple of very scared ones. But this week all the cats were happy and outgoing — the more attention the better! 😉
On the way home from the Centre I stopped* to pick up FIVE kittens. Sigh. One of our partner vets got in touch that a client was bringing their cat in to be spayed and putting her kittens up on Kijiji; would we take the kittens? The intake coordinator asked if I could pick them up and hold them until foster homes could be found. Turns out they’re big enough to get fixed right away and go to an adoption event this weekend. So I said I’d hold them for the week. They’re pretty cute but hard to tell apart!
*the hand-off was at our adoption centre at PetSmart Kennedy Commons. Where Baloo is!!! Baloo is making great progress (as I’d hoped) and has had some inquiries about her. They don’t think she’ll be there much longer. I said “hello” but she was too busy playing to notice me. 😉