January 24, 2026

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

The rain kept the big adoption crowd away again today, but the people who braved the weather were here for the right reasons. Quality over quantity, as they say.

We said happy home to a lovely FIV+ boy who'd been with us since September. He came in after his owner passed away, arrived with his housemate who found her home months ago. He took his time settling in—FIV cats often do, and they're harder to place. People hear "FIV positive" and move on, despite it being manageable and only transmissible through deep bite wounds. But the right person saw past the diagnosis and took him home. That's what matters.

The other adoption was pure magic. A repeat adopter came looking for a kitten companion for their newly adopted kitten. They found one, asked her name, and discovered she was the sibling to their kitten at home. We reunited a family today. Days like this remind me why we do what we do.

Intakes kept rolling in. Another cat from the widower who recently lost his wife—two more to go for him, and then maybe he can finally breathe. The pregnant mama we took in yesterday? X-rays showed no bones, ultrasound confirmed nothing viable. She won't have to go through motherhood after all. She'll be thankful for that.

A 2017 adoption returned today. Tummy issues. I worked with the family for weeks, even provided GI diet that improved things, but "didn't have the time" was the answer. That sweet girl came back confused, wondering why her world shifted again. She'll settle. They always do, even when it breaks my heart.

We pulled a FeLV+ kitten off the euthanasia list at another shelter. Fifteen weeks old. I'm guessing by the color of that test dot he'll stay positive on confirmation testing, but he gets a chance either way. Soon we'll have another youngster in the FeLV room.

Our senior friend who hasn't been pooping? Three days of progress with minimal intervention. Tomorrow's repeat x-ray will tell us more. Fingers crossed this trend continues because long-term manual assistance isn't sustainable for quality of life.

The bonded brothers living in medical? One's been asking to explore the suite during the day, so today we forced his bump-on-a-log brother out too. He actually explored. Movement is victory when you're used to being furniture.

I'm cautiously optimistic about all the cases we're juggling right now. Everyone's hanging in there. I hope that's a trend that continues.