On Fostering Cats

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2015-10-03 15.03.36I 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.

Food

Food

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 BabyBaby 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?

Benson, on being cozy

Benson, on being cozy