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I just have not recuperated from the pre-clinic days yet. Trying to find cats to catch, going all the way over to Sweet Home, to find no cats and meet that mean cat collector woman. After leaving Sweet Home late, I went by the place I was supposed to be at, earlier, if I'd been on schedule, to leave traps. And finally, getting home already tired from dealing with the SS cat and her anguish over her missing kittens, I couldn't sleep and headed back over to the SS building that Saturday night, very very late, early morning actually, to search again.

It was too much for an old body like mine.

I was supposed to be at the clinic by 7:45, but I didn't get there until 8:00 a.m. Half the cats scheduled didn't show up with their caretakers. I know Nick, the coordinator, was bummed to have such a low show clinic, but then it was really a blessing, because one vet didn't show up for the afternoon shift and another had been bitten by a dog. The other two were late due to emergencies. So the clinic slowed to a virtual standstill, with sometimes not one cat even coming out of the van in an hour. It was really a miracle that half the registered cats were not brought in by the caretakers.

There was some sort of a dog show going on next door, trials or something. I wanted to slip in and watch but was too worn out and gimped up by my painful knee.

My knee would not hold out for even the morning of the clinic. I ended up unable to really walk on it. Well, it was just a lot that Sunday alone.

Now, I've also got the two Cottonwood boys in my bathroom. I've got the white girl and her kittens in the spare bedroom and now the Conser kittens and their feral mom in a rabbit hutch in my garage. A lot of these new kittens need medication. I never caught up on sleep yet after the clinic.

I'm kind of a mess, worn out, constipated, irritable, overwhelmed in constant labor and stress and mad at myself for taking in any cats at all, because I already have too many to care for, too much work, too much stress.

I'm dazed and confused and stupid, too, for taking on too much. I'm getting old I think. But White Girl and her two are heading tomorrow. Yaaahooo. Maybe it will get easier somewhat then. The Conser mom and her five kittens are all going back there once fixed.

I cannot take on trying to adopt out those kittens. Why? Because, for some reason, since I moved to Albany, I cannot adopt out a cat for the life of me. It's months in between adoptions for me now. I suck at it over here. Too much competition from a million little rescues and then SafeHaven.

My printer quit working too, so currently I can't make fliers about cats needing homes.