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*



Tails from the Foster Kittens said...

oh goodness.. I would have felt the exact same way!

rockygrace said...

Aw, I knew you'd get it, Tails. :)

I understand that it's not about me, it's about the cats, and this is the BEST THING to happen for him, it's just ... I thought ... there was gonna be another cat in the house tonight, is all. *sigh*

Robyn said...

I would have felt that way, too - and have, actually! Of course you're happy for him, but it's funny how we can get attached before we even meet them, isn't it? :)

fmcgmccllc said...

I am so grateful to people who rescue. The woman who fostered Sammy Dog cried when she left my house and could not look at me. Zoey's foster mom loved her and she is so sweet, engaging and funny already with us I know she was well socialized. It is a fine thing you do and I imagine not always the easiest of tasks.

rockygrace said...

Robyn, yeah, I knew you'd get it, too. :) Here I am, torn between "yay!" and "waaaaaaahhhhhh". Ha.

and fmcetc., I'll probably never cure cancer or create world peace. But I've helped dozens, if not hundreds (I lost count a long time ago) of cats find homes, and that makes the effort worthwhile. Plus, it's fun much more often than it's sad. :)

~~Silk said...

It's sort of like a seventh month miscarriage.