Saturday, January 25, 2014

Fostering Failure - We Tried to Foster a Cat...We Tried Really Hard

This poor kitty has no home, they said.  Her owner passed away and she got loose, they said.  We can't leave her alone out there in the woods with winter and the coyotes.  

Would someone foster her, my friend with cat allergies asked the world on Facebook.  

I hesitated.  I kept going back to the picture of her over and over.  She was cute.  We can't really afford a pet right now.  But I thought it would be nice to have this little, warm, furry creature in our home just for a little while.  I missed having a cat in my life.  I knew if I mentioned it to my husband though, the answer would be no. 

So I chose to do the right thing.  I messaged my friend and started typing about how much I would like to take her but...  Then I deleted the word "but", and long story short, after a trip to my friend's place, I did what my brother and I did with our cats in the past when still living with Mom and Dad.  I said nothing but just showed up at home with her, was immediately met with complete shock, resistance, and a resounding "We are not keeping that!" from my husband.  (Pffft...I have heard THAT song and dance before...piece of cake!)  Then I did with him what I did with my parents in the past.  I threw her into his arms and backed away.

What is this place?  Where am I?

No way am I coming out from back here!
I let him know that it was not going to be permanent.  I explained her story and how she had been in the woods already for quite some time and how lucky it is she was even still alive.  He begrudgingly let his guard down a little when he realized we were only fostering her.

With my parents years ago, it took about 10 minutes before the ice completely melted and they were head over heels in love with our cats.  My husband though, is made of different stuff and set a new record on the time it took before he completely melted into a big pile of affectionate goo under the spell of this pretty kitty cat.  He lasted an entire 30 seconds.
This guy was a pushover!
Ah!  Another cat victory for me!!

But don't get me wrong.  I was sticking to my guns and was going to find her a good home.  As soon as she was re-socialized and used to being indoors again.  I was even hoping to take her to my mother's place to re-introduce her to dogs as well.  I figured she would be more adoptable if she was comfortable in any situation.
I'm especially comfortable in this situation.
She seemed like a fairly healthy, young, adult cat.  However, there was no way to know her medical history.  So, off to the vet we went to have her assessed and treated because we wanted to give her the best chance she could possibly have at a good, loving home.

Because really, who is going to adopt an adult cat that is going to cost a lot of money since she had no known medical history and was not spayed?  I know I probably wouldn't.  Definitely didn't have the money or time to commit to such a thing right now.

In the end, after one trip for shots and treatment for ear mites, one cycle of the cat having gone into heat, then a second trip to have her spayed, I began to realize I was doing a great job at getting her ready and attractively adoptable to a good, loving home.
I'm sorry, come again, you're taking me where for whatnow?
And that home is us.  We tried to foster a cat and we were already sinking all the money into her that I wouldn't want to sink into a cat I might see posted as up for adoption but that would need all these things done.

We fell for her, hook, line and sinker.  I hear the jingle of the tags on her collar, look at her food dishes with the really healthy cat food we are feeding her, listen to the sound of her purring, and realize...we've been had.  She has been playing us since day one and we didn't stand a chance.
Plotting an uprising and world domination.

We completely failed at fostering a cat.  But she was completely successful at adopting us!
I don't always take over people's lives, but when I do, I lay all over their clothes.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

2014 - Open Arms and Bitch Slaps

Well, we are halfway through the first month of 2014.  Time to get my butt in gear and get back on here.

I said farewell to 2013 and didn't want to look back. Couldn't wait for what 2014 was going to bring!

How 2013 ended?  I almost couldn't see the end of it for all the #"%*! snow.  Winter decided to prance around, showing off its muscles like some meathead at the gym who can't get enough of himself in the mirror.  It snowed and snowed and snowed.  Then it stopped.  And then it snowed again.  There was snow, rain, freezing rain, snow, freezing rain.  It was a frikkin smorgasbord of winter precipitation of Arctic proportions.

Yay.  Winter.

We did end the year on a somewhat positive note though!

Why it was positive:

  • We decided to foster an abandoned kitty-cat and take her off the hands of the friend who was housing her at first despite her cat allergies (the friend, not the cat...just to clarify).  She is gorgeous (the cat AND the friend)!  Fluffy, loving, healthy and glad to be in the warm.

Why it needed the qualifier, "somewhat":

  • She was rescued from the great outdoors so we didn't know her medical history which meant, hello vet, goodbye money.  Vaccinations, Revolution (the medicine one, not the French one), an ear cleaning (mmm...ear mites), and a belly shave to reveal...we took on an unspayed, young, adult feline.  Otherwise known as a "queen"...and lawwwdy, doesn't she know it!  Awesome.  But no worries, the vet assured me that cats only go into heat in the spring and fall because Nature decreed it to be so.  Thank goodness because we can't really afford to have a cat fixed just yet.

Yeah, that's right, I even wear a crown, bitches!

Long story short, I was not sad to see 2013 go.  All I could think of was running toward the door that said 2014...I couldn't WAIT to see what was behind it!

Little did I know that the year I was running toward with open arms was going to bitch slap me when it opened the door!

Here is how the new year started off for me:

  • Had a mini power outage at work.  My entire workstation lost power all of a sudden the very first morning back. Computer, phone, desk light, printer...everything went kaput.  Same happened to the workstation of the girl sitting next to me.  Even the little space heaters she and I were using to keep warm in our chilly office lost power.  Which may or may not have been the reason for the blown the circuit breaker...

  • Our 5,923,481st storm of the season hit and we had a "flash freeze".  We went from a nice, mild -8 or -9 to -25, pretty much overnight.  This resulted in me pressing the button on the remote starter that particular morning, watching my car's headlights turn on, then off sound from the motor whatsoever.  I tried over and over with the same results and had to give in to the fact that my battery also flash froze.  Awesome.  The result?  A dead battery, a boost from a tow truck, a trip further into the Financial Valley of Despair, and the purchase of a new battery for the car we have had for 6 whole months. 

  • The cat, who never showed any signs of itchiness from her ear mites before her treatment, is scratching like crazy.  I called to inquire about it and was told that it means the ear mites are dying.  Oh.  Ok.  That's good, right?  Not itchy before treatment means things are bad; extreme itchiness afterward means improvement.  Ok, got it.

  • One evening, my husband remarked at how awesome it is to have this beautiful, loving creature in the house.  He absolutely adores her.  In fact, she had been particularly affectionate with him all day, rubbing against his legs, coming whenever called.  I just nodded and gave a "That's nice.  Yes, cats can be really cute, can't they?".  Then he comments on how she has started doing this new thing he hadn't noticed before, kind of like alligators, you know, when they roll around in the water to drown their prey (we probably watch too many nature documentaries).  That is when the needle scratched across the record, really hard.  I froze.  "What did you say she does??!!".  Panic is rising in my throat and dollar signs are flashing before my eyes, then fading into oblivion.  He describes once more how the cat has been rolling around on the floor again and again, has been more social and affectionate...oh geez.  Our cat had just gone into, sorry, I stand corrected...our queen had just become available for any eligible, interested suitors.  And is apparently snubbing Nature's decree as stated in 2013.

Queen Hornietta in a less "heated" moment.

I guess I could get used to our new neighbourhood in the Fiscal Valley of Despair...we would really like to move though.  There are two other places to go.  I am really hoping for a vacancy in Financial Stabilityville (even just on the outskirts would be fine) as I have not heard anything good at all about the neighbourhoods in the Pit of Monetary Anguish and Sorrow.

Yeah, 2014 is doing its share of ass-kicking to start off, but I think that is just to see which people are going to stay on their toes.  I'm ready...let's do this!