Cats here! Get your cats here!

We've gotta get the word out that there are cats at these adoptions, too. Only two of eight were adopted yesterday, but who wouldn't want a cat? They're entertaining, quiet, will most likely cause someone you dislike anyway to sneeze and, best of all, they're self-cleaning.

Dogs, on the other hand, need a little help washing up.

Fortunately, once again, the mysterious baseball-capped "VOLUNTEER" showed up to bathe some dirty shelter dogs and increase their chances of adoption.

Looks like it worked as some nineteen dogs found homes yesterday, including these two new neighbors, adopted by families who live on the same street:

This puppy (yes, puppy) found a new home, too:

I'm not sure who else got adopted since I had to leave early to meet a friend. We went to Starbuck's where a Frappuccino still costs slightly less than a gallon of gas. Unless you're comparing them ounce for ounce, in which case it would be cost-effective to drink unleaded.

Anyway, here are some of the other dogs who attended. Let's hope they all find homes before the next MPA.

Despite the large turnout...

... not every dog makes it out of the shelter.

I seem to have a knack for finding lost dogs. Or they have a knack for finding me. The ones that have ID or microchips are easy to send home. The others, unclaimed by their owners, have all been rescued and/or adopted. Until now.

I was on my way to the site of the MPA when I found this dog on June 13th, heading for the freeway. She was a little bit shy but allowed me to put a collar and leash on her and then jumped into my car. We stopped at the park and she was happy to walk around and greet people. But then I had to take her to the shelter. She had a torn collar, but no ID or microchip.

I was hoping to bring her to the next MPA, but by then she was sick. And then she became anti-social. And then she just never had a real chance.

I thought I would be notified before she was put to sleep, to send out urgent emails to potential rescuers, but I never got that call and now it's too late. I will always wonder if I should have left her wandering along the roadside. I regret that I couldn't do better and I resent her owners who let her get loose and then never came looking for her. She was waiting at the shelter for six weeks. She was probably three or four years old.

I hate to end on such a sad note, so let me just add that Dr. Henry Kittenger (top) allowed me to trim his nails today in record time.

His good behavior was rewarded with Whisker Lickin's although he also enjoys Cheerios and milk and believes this diet will lower his cholesterol.