|A combined cuddle session with Ashi and Ivy Girl.|
On Thursday, I took advantage of my rare weekday off of work to go talk to Aggie at the shelter. I told her what had happened and what I had done so far. She reassured me that Bob's time out was a good thing and she told me she wasn't sure where he could go, either. She would normally send an FIV-positive cat into a foster home (which she had already done) or to Best Friends. Unfortunately, Best Friends had sent out a letter saying they were beyond capacity for FIV and FIP cats and that their wait list was so long they were no longer taking names. She told me she would keep trying, though, and that she would put the word out for other possible foster homes or sanctuaries.
|You can tell Sandi was devastated to have Bob gone.|
While I was dropping her off, Aggie told me some wonderful news. Boots was adopted!! After all the heartache and agony and stress, that gorgeous boy has a home. Aggie said it was a great family from Dammeron with two teenage girls. They came down to the shelter 5 times, and each time Boots put on the charm and crawled into their laps. They finally took him home and he is doing great. (This was the point when I broke down sobbing in the adoption center. It's a good thing they stock Kleenex.) Mouse had gone to Best Friends to be spayed, then went to the adoption center in Salt Lake. Apparently it took all of 2 days for her to find a home.
|Diedra wandered out of hiding to help me get some computer work done.|
The house felt pretty empty Thursday night with only me and 3 cats. We had some quality snuggle time with Diedra, Ashi and Ivy, then went to bed. When I got into work on Friday morning, Bob was quite vocal and had been eating like mad. Every time I went in the back or he heard my voice in the back room, he would start yowling. I took advantage of him being in the office to update his vaccinations and have one of the docs look at him. I was expecting a howling mess, but Bob surprised me by being mellow throughout the exam. He is perfectly healthy, by the way, although the doc said he is probably older than I originally thought he was. He put him at about 9, not the 5 or so I thought he was.
|Bob was REALLY happy to be back at the house. He actually drooled on my foot.|
At this point, whether I find Bob a home or not, I don't know if I'll be able to foster any more. I have lost confidence. I don't know how to network this town. I have talked with other foster parents, but they tend to foster kittens and young cats, which move very quickly through the system. It is a whole different game fostering FIV-positive cats, senior kitties or cats with anxiety disorders. If I do foster, I will likely switch to working with one of the rescues, which tend to have a lot more support for their foster families. Or maybe I'll do kittens for a while. I could use some cute and happy.