I have found myself as a foster mother for cats. I thought it would be something I could do; I have an extra bedroom at the moment. I like cats. I miss mine; but that is another story. Little did I know that once I expressed an interest; I would have two lively five-month old kitties practically the next day. Tushie (above) and Milatto (not shown). Tushie likes to be up high but does not do dishes.
They found a good home after a couple weeks. I was quite sad the last night as I had been gone for a couple days and Tushie slept by my head the last night; purring. She was such a wee thing; and her brother used to play with her a bit too hard (in my humble, feminist opinion). Sleeping near me, or curling into me while I knit gave her cover. (I called her Tinkerbell.)
Within a couple hours of them moving on, I had Benson (left) and Baby. Baby is an eight year old male; skin and bones; no teeth. Likes yoghurt for a treat. Benson is my big boy. He is thin too; don’t let those chipmunk cheeks fool you. Completely freaked out and stand offish on arrival – Benson now, 10 days later, lives for chin scratches and full body rubs. And purrs. He will have a home soon, I hope. Baby will take longer.
I am doing this for Cat’s Protection, Glasgow. A lovely group of volunteers take in these wee souls and do our best to nourish body and soul for them so they can move on. I am doing it for me, too. Making a difference. Can you be a foster parent, too?