Monday, January 20, 2014
And in foster room news ...
... Remember these guys? Bindi and Callie?
Yeah, they're still here. Substantially bigger now, seeing as how they've been my houseguests for FIVE MONTHS.
My, time does fly, doesn't it?
And while Bindi is starting to come around, Callie still shows no signs of friendly-ing up. Which means that they are currently unadoptable, and may be that way for some time to come. Which means I have a decision to make.
I can't keep them in the foster room anymore. That isn't fair to them. So I can either (a) integrate them into my household as fosters-in-residence, or (b) return them to the rescue, where they will stay in the rescue leader's home.
Normally, it would be a no-brainer, i.e., return them (because I don't DO long-term fosters), but there are some things complicating the decision. The rescue leader is currently overloaded on fosters, meaning they would be going into a house with many, many other cats (like, over TWENTY), which is not a good thing, health-wise. They would be allowed to go in and out (as they would at my house if they became perma-fosters), which is fine, except the rescue leader's house is situated in a very busy, very sketchy neighborhood. Indoor-outdoor cats in that area can have a pretty short shelf life, is what I'm trying to say.
So, you say, what's the problem? Keep them for a bit longer!
Well, over the weekend, I learned that the rescue leader has put herself in a pretty precarious situation, financial-wise. She came close to losing her housing, which ... yeah. If she goes belly-up, as rescues around here tend to do with alarming regularity, I may end up with two more permanent members of my household.
So, you say, what's the problem? Return them, quick, while you still can! Wash your hands of the whole thing!
Annnnnnd I was all ready to do that.
And then got-dam Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day rolled around, and THIS quote started popping up all over social media:
"Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wound we inflict on our soul when we look the other way."
Oh, f*ck. NOW what do I do?