I spoke with the lady at the rescue place today and kind of threw in what I'd been feeling about the cats in the paper. Her explaination was very settling. She said that since she asks for donations only when a cat is adopted that she's been going under, currently $110,000 in debt for the animals she has. Her costs have gone from $3000 a month to $4000 a month. She said this is her big time of the year for people wanting kittens and cats but not donating anything, because of the Christmas season(people are low on funds but a new kitten is a perrfect Christmas gift to a child or significant other and free is even better.) So she asks for a specific amount for each cat. The long haired cats are more, since they are in higher demand, therefore the higher adoption cost. It made a lot of sense when I talked to her. So today, I made the decision to hand over the little guys
. I'm going to miss them but I know they will get to a vet soon for a check up and then worming at age 8 weeks. The new owners can also bring them back to her at about six months to be spayed and neutered. She refuses the early spay and neuter program for the health of the kitties. She promised she would screen new homes well and that they too would be going in the paper. I watched her turn down an adoption while I was there, a couple of college kids in a dorm who wanted a kitten. She explained that she still looses money doing this but not as much, with the spays and neuters, worming, shots, etc.(all the vet and food costs.)
I will miss my babies and wanted to just cry when I gave them up... They had their last bottle yesterday, in which they weren't real interested in(just chewed on the nipple) and only one bottle a day for the last few days. They've been eating well. I left her with an extra can of KMR, their bottle just in case, some of the food they've been eating, their blanket, toys, their food dishes, everything I could think of to make the transition easier. I just want to sit and cry or go back and steal them away. It's so quiet here even with my three kids and their two friends here playing. I miss sitting on the couch and having one climb up to see me. I miss the work even. I wish I could just forget we had them. None of the other fosters have broken my heart this way. I'm going shopping to get my mind off it... NOW. Hubby's going to kill me lol.