Wednesday, March 04, 2015
But ... but ... I've got the carrier IN THE CAR!
I was supposed to pick up my newest foster this afternoon. A frostbitten stray, he was supposed to be neutered today, and I was going to pick him up after the surgery and take him home. I popped a carrier onto the back seat of the car this morning so I could pick him up straight from work.
The foster room was all prepared. Food and water bowls, clean litterboxes, toys, cozy spaces for him to nest in ... all set. A new foster! I'd told the permacats that there would be a guest coming home with me this afternoon and they should be on their best behavior. I was a little apprehensive, because I would be meeting the foster under trying circumstances for him and I knew there might be some behavioral issues, at least to start with, but here we go! Time to meet the new foster!
And then I got an email this morning. A neighbor of the woman who had been caring for him wanted to adopt the cat. He would not be coming to stay with me.
Woo-hoo! Another stray cat finds a home! Yippee!
But ... but ... he was supposed to be MY cat. He was supposed to come stay at MY house until a home was found. I was supposed to have a new foster to fuss over and love up until he was adopted.
I've got the carrier in the car! *lower lip quivers*
Of course, this is for the best. This is the best darn thing that could happen for that cat, just happening a little ahead of the planned schedule, is all. It's actually a good thing for me, too, because I really didn't want to get too involved with the new rescue, due to personality conflicts (the woman who is running it has a GREAT BIG FAT GIANT EGO just like all of the other rescue-runners around here), and this will give me a graceful out and time to find another rescue to foster for. It's a GOOD thing.
But ... I had the carrier in the car. *snif*