Thursday, August 23, 2012

Wow! It's been a WHILE!

But I'm back!

And posting from my other blogger account, because well, it's just easier that way.

I took a break from blogging for a long time, but there is just SO MUCH going on that I gotta write about it somewhere!  I don't really remember where I left off last time I dropped off the face of the earth, so some updates about me, my fosters, and the state of things around heyawh (the best I can do typing "here" in a goofy accent).

I am now a foster coordinator!
Yup.  That happened.  Since May I have been in the position of FC for a local rescue - not the one I worked with before, although I have not limited my work with other rescues in any means.  This one is foster-based, so I'm really pulling the cart here.  My duties are handling animal surrender and aid requests, selecting intakes, approving and recruiting fosters, and being a liaison between fosters and our other departments or supplies as needed.

And paperwork.

A lot of paperwork.

I just now this month feel like I've really got the job working for me, instead of it working me over.  I still have quite a bit to do, but it doesn't seem impossible or daunting anymore.  For the purposes of this blog, rescue shall be referred to as IAF.


Did I mention before that I have nine cats in my house?
Well now there are 13.

There's my cat, Base, who has rhino and gets snotty sometimes.  Then there's Ghost, a momma pulled from a hoarder situation.  Those two are both actually mine, and the only cats in the house that actually belong to me.

Then there are Batman, Chewy, and Luke - Ghost's babies that STILL have not found homes.  Partially my fault for loving them so fucking much.  But they're breaking my things.  So...they can get adopted any time now plskthxbai.

Oh, and they aren't babies anymore.  They are kitty putty.  Long, lean, spotted kitty putty that melts in your arms and goes for shoulder rides.

THEN there are Kitty System, Freddy, Cowbell, and Pickles - our resident feleukers.  Also still have not found adoptive homes, and were also emergency rescues belonging to GLC.  ...KS thinks he's a rabbit.

And then oh, today...


We just picked up four 4-day-old kittens.
And by "picked up," I mean they went for an interstate drive via the walls of a trailer home that was being moved.  Poor momma...coming back to not know where the fuck her house with her babies is...

All four are being bottle fed by yours truly and, while I'm at work tonight, a friend with bfing experience.  Which is oddly difficult to come by, truthfully.  Even the vet students I know can tell you HOW to bottle feed but have never actually DONE it.  They're doing good, though.  Two orange tabbies, one cream tabby, and one tortie.  Hopefully they'll find a more permanent bottle feeder/foster in the next day but suddenly I'm running short on hope (AND SLEEP) on that one...


Let's see, what else is new?

I know!  How about a picture, and I'll save the crazy stories for later, when they come up, instead of dumping it all down at once?

Now you just can't tell me that isn't the sweetest thing you have ever seen.  It makes my heart melt.  <3

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