In less than two weeks I'll have to take them back, the foster kittens.
They turned 6 weeks old on Tuesday and I had to put them in a crate and take them in for vaccinations. It was the first time I had to see them behind bars.
They went here for their shots and check-up, to the place that actually owns them, a no-kill shelter 20 miles away.
Aw, gee. They've been with me for a really important part of their lives, and perhaps of mine too. I know I'm gonna miss them.
I wonder what they'll remember, and how that works with animals.
Will they remember Hester Prynne, their good mama? I hope so, even if it's blurry.