I go to the foster home every day and after the initial shock of the mess wears off, I settle in to my routine of feeding, cleaning and giving love to quite a few kitties.

As you all know by now, we did a large scale rescue last August, which brought us over 100 cats at one time. We still have the majority of these cats for a few reasons. We had to rehabilitate quite a few. They were in rough shape physically and emotionally. Some, still after rehab, aren't quite as trusting of humans as others, so they may be with us a while or indefinitely. Some haven't overcome their physical problems and would be difficult to adopt out.

A lot of them, however, are ready and raring to go. They would love a home of their own and a person to give them the attention they so much deserve. I thought I'd share some photos of some of the cats from that rescue. Some have collars because there are so many black kitties that we had to identify them somehow! Now we could take the collars off and I'd still know who they are. That's how much their personalities have developed.

Enjoy...


My man, Zane. He's the oddest shaped kitty. He LOVES people and other kitties so much.


Rita is finally coming around. She was a hold out, but lately is coming around for the pettin'.


George. Oh George. We're in love.

 
Little Miss Veronica. She's wee, dainty and extremely sweet.


Mia is a teeny tiny kitty. She's still a bit shy, but you can pet her all day.


Elliott. Thinks he's a dog. He sits up on his back legs like he's begging. He rolls over to have his belly petted. It's odd, but super adorable.


Caleb. Beautiful kitty with a huge purr. He's a lover.


Lancelot is still a bit shy too, but once you start petting him, he forgets.


Ringopants. He's my boy also. He has come a very long way. He used to growl at me when I'd try to pet him and now he seeks me out. It's an awesome transformation.

I just got a kick out of this photo of her. Looks kind of like she's singing or something...

Yeah, I know I'm stating the obvious, but in the past two days it has hit home even more. When our organization adopts out animals, we make sure to let the adopter know that if for whatever reason the situation isn't working with the animal, we will always take them back. We also stress that some of these animals have been in foster care for quite some time and will take longer to adjust, so to please be patient. Most of the time the adopter is very understanding and assures us that they will give the adopted pet all the time he or she needs.

Yeah, right.

The first call came two days after the cat had been delivered to her new home an hour and a half away. Let me preface this by saying that this man called regarding Casey at least 5 or 6 times. He was insistent that he be first on the list to adopt her. After reviewing his application, he and his wife seemed like a perfect set of parents and their home ideal. The couple has cats and had said that they understood that it would take Casey time to adjust to her new home since she'd been in foster care for two years. Well, apparently two days was their limit. Casey screwed up once and that was it. She didn't go to the litter box (probably afraid to with the other cats in the home, but I digress...) and the Mrs. said that's it. She's out. When Casey's foster mom talked to the husband, he said that Casey had been sleeping in their bed. The foster mom then asked (logically), "Are you sure you want to return her?" To this he answered, "Well, yes!" Asshole. So, she's coming back today. We're always happy to have them, but even happier when they have their own homes and don't have to compete for love.



The second girl to be coming home to us is Shadow. She was adopted out TWO years ago. Her snotty mother called yesterday to complain that she wasn't good with kids (this is b.s. as I know she's a doll), her daughter had all of sudden developed an allergy to her and that she had to be on special food. As if this was all our fault. I gave her my usual icy tone and asked when she could meet me to return her. Sunday. She seemed thrilled. Asshole. How can one live with an animal for two years and just simply give her back? I will, until my dying day, never understand that. We, of course, will welcome poor Shadow back with open arms and hope that she doesn't slip into the depression that these cats usually do when booted from their homes.


People truly just suck.