I have always been a cat lover and have had many wonderful cats over the years. But a few months ago I did my first attempt at fostering. Five beautiful little babies that came into my home and promptly terrorized it.
We have had ringworm, fleas, diarrhea, vomit, and an incredible amount of love in our house these past few months.
I was pretty unprepared for the amount of work that these cats would entail. It is really astonishing how much a tiny kitten can poop.
The kids really loved naming them. I named Jack. The others are called Ruby, Chase, Skye, and Mittens.
The amount of destruction was pretty minimal. I am kind of surprised that more stuff was not ruined during this process.
The fact that the kids didnt harm any of them was a minor miracle. My three year old was a bit of a brute with them at times. But I think that he was just trying to get them zoned for small children.
The first one to be adopted was Jack. Um. By me.
I pretty much knew his scraggly runty ass wasn’t going to leave from the first day.
Today they will go to their first adoption event. I am not quite sure how I am going to pack them up and send them off into the world. I look at them and I feel really upset because I know that they think that they are home. 😦
Right now I do not know if circumstances are going to allow me to do more fostering. I sure hope to at some point in the future. For all of the work and all of the drama these kittens have given us so much love and affection.
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. –George Sand
These cats are going to go out in the world having loved and been loved. I know that they will bring so much joy to the people who will rescue them.
As long as my next post isn’t about how I just adopted all these cats, I think that it will be okay. I am going to have a hard time letting go, though.