Mortaine’s Blog

An Apology

John and I are going to the CARE adoption fair tonight to see some kittens. Cross your fingers and wish me luck. I think Norton is cute, don’t you?

but the screeching “on hold” music from the shelter has driven it from my brain….

Oh, I remember now. I input everyone’s address who had filled in my contact info poll. So, if you fill it in now, please leave a comment there so I’ll know to revisit the poll and update.

I also put in birthdays for those of you who have posted them in your userinfo. *evil grin* Not that I’m guaranteed to do anything with this information. But I *might*.

I took ibuprofen this morning for the migraine, then coffee (caffeine), then when I got here to work, I took one of my quadruple-cocktail pills with the barbituate in it. Mmm…. And this makes me barely-functional enough to do my job. sort of. Except I keep running into a problem with the test machine and can’t get screen shots. Probably because I’m too dumb right now to figure it out, though I did realize the problem I’m having is very similar to a problem I have to write a document about later….. hmm.

Yes, my brain really is that disconnected. In two days, I’m going to be like “Oh, wow. I feel so much better– it’s amazing how hard it is to *think* when I have a migraine!”

12 minutes on hold? I don’t think so. I just hung up. Sorry– even I couldn’t block out trumpets.

Dreamed about chewing out the shelter staff for raising someone’s hopes.

says Xandir’s pic isn’t available anymore– that might be in keeping with him being decided unadoptable because they’re planning to foster him, or it might mean they pulled another fast one on me.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’m just getting the runaround, that they decided not to adopt to me (yesterday, they had lost my application), but nobody has the balls to say it to my face. Reason they might not adopt to me: at the animal control officer’s request, I brought in a neighbor’s pit bull who was running around without a leash or an owner in sigh– dog had multiple offenses and had a warrant out already, so I think I did the right thing.

Meh.

Woke up this morning with a migraine all on the left side of my brain. Um. I’m hoping that I can find my prescription drugs, because this f-ing hurts.

In Cute Land, I hung the Cat Dancer toy on my door and Allegro is going nutso playing with it. Go, Allegro! Recapture your kittenhood, baby!

And now he’s decided Enough Playing. Bring Me The Eats! MEOW!

Kitten #1: “Josh” was a black and white male kitty, neutered, about 4 months old, who I looked at on December 29th. I went to the front desk to ask if I could meet him, and was told that he’s not available for adoption (despite being in the “adoptable” area and having a tag that says adoptable) because there’s legal questions. His owner surrendered him along with a slew of dogs, and is now re-thinking her decision, etc. etc. etc…. result: I went home and talked with John about it and realized Hammer was too ill…. etc.

Kitten #2: “Grey Stripey Kitten” was adorable. We saw her on Sunday at the shelter. She’s about 3 months old and was found behind Lyon’s restaurant about a week ago. We went on Tuesday and were told that (a) we were too late to see a kitten (we got there 20 minutes before closing time), and (b) she wasn’t available anyway on Tuesday– she became legally theirs on Tuesday, and yesterday spent the day “in clinic” (getting spayed and shots). I was told to call in the morning, which I did. I called at 10 this morning and was told they would put her on hold for me. I made sure they knew I wouldn’t be there till 5. When I got there, the nice animal handler lady told me that anyone interested in her had to be there by noon, leaving me asking “well, why didn’t they tell me that over the phone, and why did they lead me to believe I could put a hold on her?” Seriously, I really hate it when someone raises my expectations like this, lets me believe something’s going to happen, lets me put my heart out…

Kitten #3: “Xandir” is also adorable. I wrote about him in the post just before this. Because the shelter folks are apparently not empowered to actually adopt out a pet, I have to call tomorrow, again, and leave work early, again, to come down to the shelter, hopefully before closing, again. If there’s even a minor traffic delay, I’m screwed unless I leave as early as 4.

I’m kind of getting ticked off that I have now taken off work early twice and am going to have to do so again tomorrow to get to the shelter not just before closing, but before closing with enough time to get a handler to help me, meet the kitty again, and go through the adoption process. And all the while, I’m sure I seem less enthusiastic about this kitten, but it’s honestly just because I don’t want to throw my heart open again, just to have someone adopt him out from under me again, don’t want to raise my hopes only to have the door slam closed.

It really shouldn’t be this hard, right? I mean, I’m not asking for a lot. I want a non-black, non-longhaired cat that’s still in its kittenhood. I don’t *care* about personality; if the kitten’s young enough, it’s personality isn’t fully developed anyway.

*sigh*

Oh, and I’m sure my sister is reading this and thinking it all sounds vaguely familiar. When she adopted her son, she went through much of the same heartache, only magnified probably 2000 times, because of course, it was a baby not a kitten, the stakes were much higher, and the cost was phenomenal.