I have three cats of my own , well inside, and two outside. One is the mother cat of the kittens I had fostered for the SPCA. Anyways when I go down to the basement to clean the litter boxes for my cats I always go in the room where I kept the kittens. Their blankets are still there, their toys they played with are there, the memories of the little sweeties are there. Why? Well I like to think in case I decide to foster again. But I think it is thinking about them being in there with their sweet welcome when I let them out to play in the entire basement or to feed them. But... when I go in there the tears begin too. Cause I miss those little dickens. I miss Jet who would look up at me and cry loudly when he was hungry, Skittles with her little tuffs sticking out from behind her ears looking like little horns, Scamp who would jump up on my knee as soon as I sat down. Those three left first and it was hard to take them over to the SPCA and watch them take the wee ones away from me. God that hurt, really bad. I tried not to look at them in one of their carriers but I did and they were all three looking at me , asking where I was going as I went out the door. I knew they would be taken care of , not like I did because I was always petting them, loving them up... lol or would they .:) I was told the next day they were taken to a Pet Smart and were adopted out right away. I do not know where they are but I am ever hopeful they found good homes.
The last kitten stayed with us one more week till a woman from a hour drive away could come and get her. My cousin arranged for this woman to adopt Lucy ( new family changed her name) and she had to wait a week to come and get her. Lucy was the kitten that almost always beat me up the staircase up into the main part of house. She stayed in the room downstairs one night alone and that was it we let her just wander the house. And we fell in love with her. She had the cutest little prrrrr with a meow on the end every time you called her name. She would curl up with us and sleep on our shoulder or lap. Even the other cats and the dog got along with her by the time she left . I believe they missed her as much as we did. I still can see Lucy running around the house . Miss her terribly but at least I know who has her and that she is in good hands and will be loved.
To the person who just dropped their pregnant cat , likey cause she was pregnant, in the back lane... You are a asshole for leaving her to fend for herself. To try to find a good place to have her babies and fend for them. Thank goodness she found my feeding station and a few weeks after she had her kittens brought them here. She was such a protective mom. We had sent her to a TNR program so she is fixed , has her shots and they tipped her ear. Honestly I do not think we can find a home for her or that she would stay there if we did. She loves being outside, catching mice , playing. But she is no more than a kitten herself , less than a year and so small. I have to get her used to coming in the house because in winter there is no way in hell I can let her stay outside in the really cold weather. So perhaps she will become our in and out cat. To the assholes who left her like that. IT WAS YOUR LOSE...She is such a loving little cat and she gave us the joy of knowing her kittens and taking care of them and enjoying their antics. We got the pleasure of them all , that you gave up.
So now , after two litters of kittens we had from strays , the first litter of five we found homes for., I don't know, at least yet, if my heart can take fostering . So I am going to volunteer at the SPCA to either join their reading group (read to the dogs to lower their stress), walk the dogs or take care of cats and kittens. Or some of all of it. lol. Yeah I know... my heart will be tugged at in this too. But it will feel so good to know I did my part in helping a dog or cat or rabbit , because they were abandoned or became unwanted or left because they are to old.
Thank you God for giving me all the opportunities to share my heart with these beautiful souls
