The great news of the day: Lawrence is on board! He’ll be here Saturday. That means I’ve got a LOT of work to do between now and then.
Day 1 of my personal Mission Impossible officially starts Thursday. I feel up to it – I think. I’m still a little overwhelmed by all of it, but little by little the details are taking shape in my head. Having it all mapped out and then jumping in with both feet is my usual MO. I try to have a Plan B and even a Plan C, but I’m usually able to roll with it even if I don’t.
The not so great news of the day: I’ve not shared this, hoping against hope that the situation would get better, but it hasn’t. We’re looking for a home for Taz. We saved him from an ugly death (either by starvation/exposure, neighborhood predators, or traffic) but unfortunately, we cannot offer him a forever home. Shelters are full and I wouldn’t want to take him anywhere that wasn’t no-kill anyway.
I have finally accepted that I was brought into the picture to save him and to find him a good home – even if it’s not ours.
Karen Anne asked last week about his spot in the Fur Fiends line-up … I just couldn’t bring myself to put him there because things have been maddening the past few weeks. The situation has not been ideal for the kitten or for us. In fact, the timing almost couldn’t be worse. With a major rehab under way, trying to kitten-proof the house is impossible. But that’s not been the biggest challenge: his presence has set off a firestorm of bad behavior from Toby, even on occasion, from Ozzie. (Toby just wants to attack him; instead, he occasionally attacks Ozzie or us. Ozzie wants to be all over him in a loving way which annoys the baby; and Ozzie doesn't like for me to pay attention to the baby -- JEALOUS!)
Toby, who has issues anyway, has been borderline crazed since the arrival of the baby whom we’ve had to keep isolated as best we can, while still trying to provide him a bit of room to roam in very cramped quarters. The past few weeks have seen us try a variety of things – with the guidance of our vet – to try to achieve some level of peace, but to no avail.
The way things have been going, it’s unfair to the kitten, unfair to my cat, and unfair to me. It’s just too much at once. I can’t do it, the mother can’t do it, and I’m waving the white flag. He’s going to the vet this week for worming and vaccinations. While it breaks my heart to do it, I’d love to pick him up from the vet knowing that he will be going somewhere that is safer and much better for him.
I’ve got feelers out all over the place, but if you know anyone … I’m all ears.