Well. I suppose there's good news, and bad news about Ivy. The good news is that she's doing well, boarded over at the vet's office. She's eating and sleeping (only eating and sleeping), and doesn't seem too distressed about anything.
The bad news is that we've made no progress on finding either her owner, a foster placement, or a home for her. Our vet, who is a wonderful vet and a good person, says that she is pretty sure ("I'd bet a million dollars" sort of sure) that Ivy has thyroid problems as well as being a very old cat. Doc doesn't think that the local agencies will be willing to put up or try to adopt out such an old cat with a health problem like this. We're going to pay to board her at the vet for a few more days, but the vet has said that early next week, we're "going to have to think about what's to be done."
Ugh. That sounds to me like "Ivy comes to live at Chez-Ranger or crosses the Rainbow Bridge." I'm not sure that we can afford a frail, special needs cat, and I am sure that Maddie would be deeply, deeply, distressed. She really dislikes other cats, and I'm afraid she'd stress Ivy into an only slightly delayed grave. Our house is less than 1200 square feet and we don't have rooms enough to keep them apart. But I hate the thought that we did what we could for Ivy only to have her put down. It really makes me sad.
Advice on what to do? Advice on how to deal with what's done? AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I'll stop whining now. I'm just feeling pretty blue. We've got a few days before we have to make the decision, and I'm not looking forward to any of them. I hope we find a place for this cat.