I am up EARLY...

I am up EARLY since I had to drop the fur-kids off at the spay / neuter transport.  I was kind of looking forward to a night of quiet with all of the newbs gone, but I have no such luck.  Due to the weather I gotta pick them up at 4:30 today.  I am most unhappy about Beyonce, who kept me up ALL NIGHT.  I LITERALLY probably got 2 hours of sleep.  She wanted to be let out of the crate so bad.  I might have to sleep on the couch until she's healed enough to be let loose in my room.

I think I'm heading to work early so I can leave early to get the kids and not have to go back.  I am not sure what the weather is doing, but I DO KNOW that I don't want to walk home in it again.  If I leave now I will get in most of my hours because I also know that working all weekend to stay caught up sucks.  So, I'm heading out.

I hope today doesn't suck.  I'm treating myself to breakfast and a coffee this morning.  😳

Days like today I feel like a total shit pet parent.

Days like today I feel like a total shit pet parent.

So... tomorrow is spay and neuter day for everyone in my house who isn't yet done.  One of those "who's" just happens to be Beyonce.

Knowing that she is pretty wild I enlisted the help of Shaun The Cat Whisperer to help me catch her.  Well.  THAT was a fucking ordeal.  😳

First we had to find her.  We ended up having to dig through Shadow's closet, then run her out from behind the bed, and finally out of the room so he could go back to sleep.  Sorry, kid - I might be a shit human parent tonight, too.

She finally ran behind the couch and she couldn't move much farther.  Shaun could only reach her head so he asked for a leash to loop around her neck to help him get her out.  So he leashed her, then pulled a little, and my beautiful wild cat WENT APE SHIT.  Flipping and flopping and hissing and rolling and the whole 9 yards.

But wait - it gets worse.

Anyone remember that thing I posted a day or so ago?  About burning your bridges while standing on them to prove that you are serious about your crazy?  Well Beyonce busted out some of THAT kind of crazy by hauling ass over the gate into the dogs' room - leash trailing behind.

I thought "Oh shit, she's about to need more than a trip to the spay / neuter clinic."  Thankfully my dogs are awesome, and they were also quite stunned, and Beyonce had the time and smarts to run into an open dog crate, which I promptly closed.  I then put the dogs out and we transferred her to an easy-access cage with a litter box until the morning.

She is currently laying against the wall of the cage in that tight space between it and the litter box.  Looking rather traumatized.  And I just feel like shit.

Generally speaking I don't mind having a cat that I rarely see.  It doesn't bother me one bit.  I see her often enough to know that she is eating (because she looks as healthy as ever), and that she hangs out with the other cats so she is generally not afraid of this place.  She's just not into human contact and that's her thing.

But I wonder if I'm doing the right thing by having her.  Yes - vet trips and things like flea meds and all that are going to suck for her.  She is going to hate that.  But she's safe and warm and fed.  I can't imagine that any other home is going to make her any happier.  So the only other option would be to put her outside or let her be a barn cat.  I don't particularly want either of those things.

Even though I ended up being allergic to Precious I am seriously considering making Beyonce live in my bedroom until she is at least used to me.  I don't want that and I'm sure that she doesn't, either, but maybe it would help.  My room is small.  We'd be in close quarters / proximity to each other often.

So y'all - help me once again.  Am I shitty for having Beyonce?  Aside from days like this she seems just fine.  But is it ok to put her through this?

Lizard peeps

Lizard peeps in Oxford / Anniston / surrounding areas... if you have a lizard that will each roaches let me know.  I'm cleaning my tote right now and I have wayyy more than I expected.  I will LITERALLY give you roaches if you tell me what size you need and are willing to meet me to get them.  You can donate some money to my foster animal cause - or not.  It is completely up to you.  All I know is that I need to turn the heat down on them because I have more than I know what to do with right now.

What a meanie!

What a meanie! Balthazar has claimed the Chupacabra's bed - along with her toy stash. He doesn't even care that she is upset. He went to sleep!

What a sad little Chupacabra. She doesn't know what to do now.

I was reminded today of how fabulous my ass is.

I was reminded today of how fabulous my ass is.

I sat down on a pile of laundry in my computer chair because as I mentioned before - it's been a crazy week.  I stood up and had a sock in my ass crack.  I can pick up things with my ass crack, y'all.  😳

And yes - I was wearing clothes.  Pajama pants (and not just the little thin kind).

Never lose hope in life.  You could realize a new talent when you least expect it.

So I've got the house to myself.

So I've got the house to myself.  By that I mean:  I am currently the only human here.  Ahhh.  😃

Shaun and Shadow are headed to the McWane Center and possibly the zoo.  I would normally be up for that, but there are other people involved so that's a deal-breaker.  Not that I don't like the people.  I do.  It's not personal.  I just need a day to myself - especially after working 9 days straight and slacking on my housework.  I have to have the energy and focus to put myself around people like that and I just don't after this week.  So I need to BE here.  And DO things.  And RELAX.

Kind of wish my girls lived closer to me.  I know that Laurel and Emily would probably be up for hanging out on this kind of day.  Just keeping me company while I cleaned and helping me dig through my roach bin and do lizard-y and other animal-y things.  And they wouldn't judge me for not having done my dishes in a week.  Not that I want anyone to see my house when it is less than clean, but I feel like we are close enough that it's ok.

Boo for the distance that keeps me from my homies.  🙁

On the flip side I am planning to accomplish a lot today so I'm not gonna dwell on that.  I think it's time to get up and get moving.  I need to go and get myself a coffee!  🙂

Friends - help me.

Friends - help me.  I seriously have a dilemma.  I am driving myself crazy with this.

So as you all probably know by now I have the Chupacabra here.  (If you don't know who I'm referring to, check out my foster album and my videos.)  She and her cat lived with one of my best friends for a while, but they came back due to just being incompatible with where they were.

I will admit that I missed them while they were gone, but I didn't pine over them or cry or anything.  BUT, they were only 2 hours away and I knew I could see and check on them anytime.

Now a rescue has offered to post Chupa for me and they are probably her best chance at getting a good home.  I have ZERO doubts that someone will want her because she's small and cute.  BUT, they are up north so once she's gone this time - she's gone.  While I might get some email and photo updates there will not be any visits or anything like that.

I have been really sad at the idea of splitting her and her cat up.  They ABSOLUTELY love each other.  They wrestle every day.  Scar (Sorry Laurel - Shadow has changed it back) even goes in her crate and he's the only other creature who she allows in there with her.

NOT ONLY THAT, but I JUST LIKE HER SO MUCH.  😳

I am seriously considering keeping her.  I usually don't have a problem with letting go.  It hurts.  Like hell most of the time - unless it's a dog that just doesn't mesh here - in which case I'm usually breathing a sigh of relief when they are adopted.  I don't know what my problem is.  I cried for days when the puppies I nursed were adopted, but I knew it was for the best.  I do still miss them, (as I miss most of my foster kids periodically), but I just haven't been able to go through with fully committing Chupa to this rescue.

I have 6 permanent dogs already,so it's not like I NEED another one.  But I just feel like she belongs here.  I like her, and she's funny, and her cat is here, and she's not a lot of trouble.

I have never had a foster failure,besides Faith and Lowrider, but they were both in an extenuating circumstance and my back was to the wall so I don't really count them.  While I love them and they are welcome here I never felt like I would have had that much trouble adopting either of them out had their person come for them.  Out of the 30-ish dogs I've fostered those are the only two who have ended up here for the long haul and like I said:  There was just a situation regarding them both.

I am just so torn right now.  Another permanent dog means more food, more vet care, more time, more money.  But I LIKE her!  What do you think?  And any of my rescue peeps - feel free to chime in and let me know if that has happened to you and how you handled it.