A busy night

The open sign had barely been flipped over when potential adopters flooded the shelter. Couple after couple came in all day, keeping the adoption coordinator busy. Despite having to answer questions, and clean around people, we once again finished with plenty of time to spare. The cats were calmer than last week, even with all of the extra people around.

Ally Oop poses.

Either Mogadishu or Melbourne models mid-washing. What a good night for posing cats.

Provolone shows off her playing skills. 

With over half an hour set aside to give cats attention, I poked my head into all of the rooms to get to know cats I didn't know as well.

Latke, the snuggler.

Latke, the big, fluffy, orange cat was granted the freedom of being a roamer in the front corner room. He didn't roll over on his belly for me, even with much coaxing, but he was happy to be held. A large cat, he was difficult to hold, but once positioned he would relax completely, only moving to scratch his face with my nose. There's nothing quite like having a solid, furry, mound purring greedily in your arms.

The FIV+ cats were happy to see me. Hamburger hopped down directly onto my lap from his perch and proceeded to wash me, Van Gogh lay at my feet washing himself, and Olivia Benson huddled by my side, kneading her paws (and claws) on my leg if I ever stopped petting her for too long.

Olivia Benson, Van Gogh, and Hamburger.

I can never stress how much I love volunteering at Feline Rescue, or just how much it brightens up an otherwise dull and sleepy Monday.