No sooner than we put our sandy bodies in the car leaving Lake Michigan, the backseat driver was asking when we were going to the Humane Society to get our first litter of foster kittens. Ella was ready to take care of babies again. And so it goes that we embarked on Foster Project 2016.
These sibling were crazy climbers. Shark was appropriately named.
Saying good-bye is quite a bit easier when your BFF is with you. Roz and Katie both are very supportive each time we foster. (So supportive last year that they ended up with our Miss Hannigan!)
We came home and returned to normal routines. I got the house back to normal. Thomas and Mavis breathed collective sighs of relief.
We did stuff.
And then Ella got the bug again. She was relentless about fostering again. All three of us talked about it. Ella and I made a stop at the Humane Society where we were quickly ushered into the baby/foster room and presented with our biggest challenge: a litter of six. Holy sh*t, people - six babies with no mom. Mom was feral, attacked one of her babies, attacked the staff and had to be separated from this rat pack.
Ella's eyes were as huge as I've ever seen them. She whispered to me, "Please mom, just please." She and I sat down on the gross humane society floor and talked about what a huge challenge this was going to be; how much more help she was going to need to provide me. We left the humane society 20 minutes later with a trunk full of supplies and two carriers full of screaming baby kittens.
We fell hard for every last one of them.
|Stitch, attacked by his mama and the runt. He was so ragged.|
|Keeping kittens out of coffee: difficult.|
|Helping Larry get ready for a gig.|
|Normal behavior - my legs become fair game at feeding time.|
|How do I transport 6 kittens to their cage? A bag, of course!|
|Stitch won for Most Improved Player.|
I knew it wasn't going to be easy letting go. A week later, and we are still missing them terribly. We did big, hard work with this litter. It was the hardest job we've done since fostering. Each of them wiggled his or her way into our hearts. We grew good babies and the pride I feel for my little girl is immeasurable. She is beyond good at this.
|Roz fell hard too.|