I knew when I fostered a pregnant cat in July that it would be all over some day, and that day came this week. Finally there was room at the shelter, and at last the kittens were all healthy enough to go. They purred when I put them in the carrier, and it broke my heart. It would have been easier if only they had hissed and spit.
I'm sorry little guys, I know you trusted me and thought it would last forever, but now is the beginning of the rest of your lives, and it's going to be a little rough at first. The first thing they do at the shelter is to make sure all animals are spayed and neutered, and your first day will be crummy.
It makes it a little easier to know that two will stay with me forever. I picked up Stitch and Tux last night, after their traumatic day at the shelter's vet clinic
Two have gone to the shelter, and on to their future lives. If you find Purrl and Floyd at this link, you'll see that nobody has claimed them yet. If not, then happily they have found their place in someone's arms. As I write this, they've been at Safe Haven for 24 hours. It's a no-kill shelter, so they're guaranteed a home.
Hester Prynne, their beautiful mama, was adopted immediately in September. Yesterday a shelter staff member told me what happened: A couple came in with a 12-year-old daughter; they walked past the cages and Hester reached her paw out through the bars...of course the little girl stopped...and fell completely in love with her. It was a very good match...
Ah Hester Prynne, you are such a smart creature. Best of luck to Purrl and Floyd; may they be equally lucky.