The Price of Rescue
I have placed ads around town for six of my kittens. I grow so attached to these feral babies and even the older adults, but as I told my husband… if I do not keep my numbers down and achieve balance here with the resident cats, then I tread that fine line and cross over to being a hoarder and not a rescuer.
I know he is really fond of Chappy and Dash, but if I can find the perfect place for them to live, then I will be happy. I do know that India needs to be somewhere else besides here. She is getting chased into the kitchen cupboard about four times a day now. I am not sure why, she has been to the vet, and I had the whole regime done on her, blood work and checking for UTI and she came up perfectly healthy. I had thought that perhaps she was ill and her scent was changing, causing normally placid Prowler to start chasing her out of the enclosure, up the tunnels and into the kitchen. I am at a loss to figure this out, because until just recently, she was getting along with everyone here. I think, with the arrival of the dumpster kitties, the numbers may just be to high to have the balance and so the territorial wars began.
I went and visted two previous bottle babies of mine today; Scuba and Sonic. They look good! Sleek and healthy thank the Lord! I walked in, and saw them and knelt down on the ground calling to them. Both of them came to me in a dead run and jumped all over me crawling up my shoulder and sniffing me. Their new owner was surprised and said they generally hide from strangers. I just smiled, I am no stranger, I am their mom. They bonded with me from first moment I offered them a bottle and we were tagged for life. Scuba wouldn’t leave me alone, but after awhile, Sonic wandered over to her new best friend, a yellow-headed parrot named Charley.
So now it is time to again set my heart for goodbyes, and see if I can find a perfect place for Dash, Chappy, India, Mercedes, Bently and Tipster. Only time will tell~
The price of rescue is knowing when your time would be more valuable saving lives instead of collecting cats and being unable to part with them. The price, truly comes out of your heart every time they leave, because a piece of you leaves at the same time.