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For those of you following along at home, my Foster kitty Precious was adopted last week. She was with me for 4 1/2 months - way longer than the typical foster situation, due to the pandemic making the usual adoption events impossible, and enough time for her to capture my heart.
Every evening after we both had dinner, I’d settle on the sofa and dive into my Netflix list. Precious would join me, rubbing on me and demanding petting. If I stopped too soon, she’d tap my arm. Then she’d collapse against me and purr herself to sleep.
I dang near became a Foster Failure, but I’m thrilled that we found her Forever Home. I kissed her head and wished her a long, happy, healthy life with her new family. Now I’m ready for the next homeless kitty that needs me.--Claudie Wilson
Hiatus update: I finally got to the post office yesterday. The pandemic has made this usually-easy task into quite the adventure. I used to be able to drop packages in the corner mailbox. About a year ago New York changed all drop boxes into letter slot only. Nothing thicker than a business envelope fit through the slot.
So, ok, no problem. I just hopped on the L-train to First Ave, skipped up the steps to the PO, dropped the packages, Bob's your uncle. It took an hour all told, but ok.
Then with the pandemic, there was no more getting on the subway.
And I didn't even know if the post office was open.
So I dawdled.
Then, when I knew I was coming to beautiful downtown Queens, I remembered there is post office close by that didn't require getting on the subway. So I hauled the packages in my suitcase and then today, got on the bus to the PO. (The bus will need to be a separate tale!)
I got to the PO and the line was out the door and down the block. The idea of standing in line stopped me cold. But then I realized, those folks were waiting for window service. I just needed to drop off. So I walked up to the door. And was met with a terrifying sight: a ten year old girl with a skateboard who had clearly been dragged to the PO with her mom, and was now looking at someone intent on Cutting the Line. I've seen danger before, but I tell you, a shiver ran down my spine.
I paused before finning the door and said to her "I just need to drop these envelopes in the bin right there. I'm not cutting the line, I promise."
She graciously nodded, and I went in.
There was one window open and more than 20 people in line.
I've never been more grateful for stamps.com than I was at that moment.
Packages in the mail.
Back home on the bus.
Thanks again to all you helping with blog content while I catch up.
13 comments:
What a gorgeous girl! While I'm glad she found a forever home, I'd have been a foster fail with that one. But thank you for making room in your heart for them, as hard as it is to say goodbye.
Janet, I made an appointment at the post office to get my passport at the end of this...whatever you want to call it, so they knew I was coming. When I got there, one window was open and I was told the other front employee was busy in the back. I said I'd wait, but no, he was insistent that since I'd made the appointment, he'd take care of it. Well, by the time the 20 minutes and mounds of paperwork were done, there were at least 15 people waiting in line and every single one was glaring at me. I slunk out of the PO with my tail between my legs.
I know how you felt with the 10 year old!
Wow, Claudie, you're a strong person to resist keeping such a gorgeous cat for yourself.
Such a pretty kitty! I know I wouldn't have been able to foster her--I would have just outright adopted her on the spot.
Where I live (on the Edge of Nowhere) there is no mail delivery. Everyone has a PO box, and so everyone must go to the Post Office to collect their mail. It is a very small community, however. I don't think I've ever seen more than four people in line at the counter--and that's during the holidays. Social distancing isn't very hard when there's hardly anyone to distance yourself from.
I'm not sure I could resist this kitty either. The little paw taps always get me, not to mention the purring.
Not to cast any shade on stamps.com, but I recently was alerted to another home shipping service, Pirate Ship. and not only do they have no monthly fees, they are great to work with. Plus who doesn't love the name Pirate Ship? Anyway, just had to stick my oar in the water there. 🙄😬 Bring on more kitty pictures!
Precious is well named. I could hardly resist reaching out to pet that beautiful fur on the screen. I'm glad she's found her home.
Janet, you've gone above and beyond. Thank you!
I had worked out a system of buying stamps and mailing books directly from my mailbox, but then I got a package returned. Apparently you can no longer mail anything with stamps from home if it's more than 1/2 inch thick, so now I have to go to the post office to drop off. Thankfully, nearby Ace Hardware has an in-store post office, usually with less than one person in line at any time.
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Thanks for the heads up on Pirate Ship. GREAT name!!
I zoomed to the website to check it out and they don't offer the media mail rate which I use almost exclusively.
Rats!
I cannot imagine Queens. Well, I can sort of imagine from tv. Aren’t there a lot of car chases there?
Precious is indeed precious! The foster cats of AZ are lucky to have you helping them out!
I'm so glad Precious found her forever home, but it must have been hard to let her go.
Congrats on braving the PO'ed 10-year-old at the PO, Janet. It was an exciting day in our neighborhood, postally speaking, because all of our drop boxes returned to their posts today! The drop boxes were all taken away during the riots to prevent incendiary devices being deployed in them. It was a strange but encouraging sign of civility to see a truckload of mailboxes rolling through the neighborhood, with zero Blackhawk helicopters circling this time. Happy day!
Dang! I'm bummed that Pirate Ship does not do media mail rate. That's not what I mostly use it for, but for you I can understand why it's a deal breaker.
Meanwhile, these kitty pictures are tugging my heart strings something fierce. It's still not time yet, for too many reasons. I will just have to live vicariously for a while longer.
Claudie, what a wonderful foster mum you are. And so strong to resist the cuteness of Precious. I would 100% be a foster fail, and I can say that with hand on heart. I was always the kid who found the strays and brought them home (we lived on the edge of housing near a river where people seemed to be drawn to abandon their pets).
I've discovered a wonderful service in Oz where you purchase postage online, print out a form for the package and it has door to door service. Plus it is cheaper than the Oz postal service. No having to deal with skateboard wielding 10-year-olds!
Claudie, she is precious. What an unusual face. And congrats on not being a foster fail (unlike me). That is an accomplishment!! Thank you for what you do!
Precious is more than precious. how did you resist not adopting her yourself?
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