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Vincent's Near Tragedy!
It nearly killed me.
Vincent my orange tabby foster kitten spent his last weekend with his foster mommy. I thoroughly enjoyed having him around, and didn't bother to crate him at any point. Just let him free roam the house. He slept with me at night, and played all day. I got up this morning, a bit sad but glad that he was going to get adopted today by the volunteer's friend. I got him ready to go and gathered his things. Took him to work in Wicked today.
I got to work. My "monday" which I hate anyway. We have seven rabbits, two guinea pigs and a hamster in the "critter room" at work which the front desk (myself and whoever else is working) is responsible for cleaning every day (no one cleans it on Monday when we're closed so it's an extra special nightmare on Tuesdays). We don't have a lot of time- I get there at 7:30am. Lunch is at 10am (because we have to take lunch before the shelter opens). Do the math. We also have to clean 2 bathrooms and sweep and mop the kitchen, bathrooms, foyer, a hallway and the entire lobby including 2 visiting rooms. I worked my ass off today. My "help" was busy doing other things this morning. Let's just say, I cut corners today to make it out on time.
So after all that I sat down to check the voicemails and emails (also part of the job). My heart sank and I got SO pissed. Vincent's adopter flaked. She emailed me and told me she wasn't coming. Now this poor little guy not only had to be put up for general adoption, he had to be put up all by himself instead of with his adopted brother and sister over the last weekend. I was SO fucking mad.
It was a miracle there was even a kennel for him to go into. I set him up in there and it was so sad to see. He was scared to death and you could tell he had no idea why he was in there. It broke my heart. I got even more mad. How DARE she flake on Vincent.
Now I had to do my best to screen like a mad woman to get him the right home. Guerilla tactics were going to be used. Good thing I was on adoptions.
The first people who looked at him were actually going to adopt him- but they had marked "inside/outside at will" for living situation. The people were nice enough really, but that certainly wasn't going to work for me. I found out the animal care staff had taken him in the visiting room and promptly went in there after and told them politely that per the request of the foster mom this cat could only be adopted out to an "inside only" home. They were actually really cool about the rejection. So saved there.
However, I needed to come up with something even more clever. 2 seventeen year olds and an 18 year old came in. Now I don't necessarily have anything against teenagers, but when it comes to animals they don't have a lot of foresight on adopting one. They don't think about college, their first apartment (where they can't have a cat or won't pay the deposit), life changes that force them to give up the animal. The 18 year old wanted to see him. I wasn't going to let Vincent enter this situation either, not because some bitch changed her mind at the last minute was he going to pay the price. So I apologized that "this cat has just been put on hold I just haven't had the chance to put the hold sign on his cage." Ha! Take that!! So disaster was avoided again.
I was getting tired of the stress of dodging these bullets.
Then finally someone promising filled out some paperwork to visit and I talked with her about what she wanted in a kitten. She needed a friend for her dog, who wasn't big on other dogs but loved cats. She also had a 14yr old and a 16yr old. Mom stays home most of the time so someone will always be around and the glorious "inside only" box was checked. Hallelujah. I asked them who they wanted to see, they said Vince. Yessssss! I sang Vincent's praises and did my best to sell his personality. I sent them on their visit. It was touch and go. I think they might have visited with another kitten as well, so when they walked up to the counter with a kitten's paperwork in hand I almost swallowed my tongue in apprehension. They handed me Vincent's paperwork. I was so relieved. We talked about what happened with the adoption falling through earlier that day, and the mom mentioned well maybe it was meant to be so we could have him. That made sense, because I did like them very much. So my little Vincent didn't have to spend the night in the shelter, and he went to what I believe will be a loving home.
I'm so glad I'm not fostering again for a while. I can't take this stress anymore. I was really getting creative with the denials, I wasn't sure I could keep it up for much longer and not have management say something to me too. Nightmare. Granted, I do care about what happens with the other kittens in the shelter- but when you are so attached, you only want the best. It's hard to find when you're being picky.
I was finally able to get to the weekly car show tonight. I haven't been in three or four weeks. It was nice to see the usuals there. One of them bought me dinner, as per usual. It was nice to see them, but it was so stressful at work today that I was tired about halfway through the show. I left a little earlier than usual.
I have Thursday off to take Sway to the vet. I found out at the car show tonight there will be one for me to attend Thursday night- so that will be cool- something different. I just hope the vet visit doesn't stress me out so much that it will be the same case. The appointment is early though, so I'll do my best to take a nice nap before going.
I sent AZ boy a package. The tea that I ordered from the Republic for him, a tea infuser mug, and a couple more asian food things I'd picked up. Really the purpose was not to do that, but to send a DVD I made for him on my computer. It's a song I want him to hear set to pictures that we've shared over the years through the net. It's pretty amazing. If he's not impressed and moved by it, I don't think he'll be moved by anything. It's kind of my last desperate effort. I know, I'm an idiot.
I also left the price tag on at least one thing. I'm an idiot. Oh well.
I'm just glad I'll be able to sleep well tonight. My "kids" are safe in their new homes. That's all I can ask for.
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