Great to see your little ones getting adopted. Seeing how much you bond with them, how do you cope with the pain of separation? Just thinking about it, at times, can make me teary eyed. I guess you can tell I haven’t been doing it for long, hey? This is a job you do strictly for the love and joy you share.
Basically, I just kind of muscle through it. It’s never easy – never has been – but it gets easier after the first day or so (and I find that getting another litter into the foster room to distract me helps the most.)
It’s much easier to say goodbye when they get to go straight from here to their new homes. When they have to go to Petsmart, it just sucks. I have to stay away from Petsmart when I have fosters there, otherwise I am EXTREMELY tempted to go get them and bring them back home.
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Wow! I don’t even remember the last time you had to take kitties to Petsmart. I trust they will find their humans there soon.
It was actually less than a year ago – Molly Marinara, Franco Fondue, Alfie Alfredo and Christopher Chutney had to go to Petsmart in October. Molly and Franco were adopted (separately) at Petsmart, but Alfie and Christopher came back here for a break in… November, I think? Yeah, it was November, because I went and brought them home a day or two before Thanksgiving. Then they were adopted from here (together) and went to live in Mobile. Franco was returned in February (he was too rambunctious for the other kitten in the house; she spent all her time hiding from him), and he went to join Alfie and Christopher. (I can’t believe I was able to remember all those details. What’d I have for lunch yesterday? I dunno!)
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Mama’s gorgeous! How old do you think she is?
We believe she’s at least 8 years old.
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So am I misremembering or is this your first Meezer Mama?
This is my very first Meezer Mama! (We thought Wisteria, back in January, was going to be our first, but she turned out to be a faker.)
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Lalo’s working on his focusing skills.
Saul loves his mama.
And makes himself at home.
Please admire Kim’s gorgeous blue eyes and awesome striped whiskers.
Lalo checks out the milk bar situation.
Lalo is all “Wait a minute. What is THAT?”
“Whoa. There are TWO of them?!” Wait ’til he discovers his back paws… and his TAIL.
Gus is out cold.
Kim’s face is killing me. “Don’t you wake them up, lady. Don’t you DARE.”
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The view out the kitchen window (the kitchen window looks onto the screened porch). Jake and Khal getting snuggly, and Alice walking by.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Thanks to Forgotten Felines of Huntsville volunteer Rebecca, here are some shots of Roger, Brianna, Jenny and Lizzie at Petsmart. That middle top picture is Roger, mid-leap. As mentioned yesterday, they are settling in and playing well with the others.
About Kim Wexler: judging by her teeth, we believe she is at least 8 years old. I don’t know how she ended up at animal control (either an owner turn-in or found stray), but I can only imagine how many kittens she’s had in her life. (Good news: this is her LAST litter. She’ll be spayed in another month or two, once her kittens are eating well on their own.)
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Lunch at the milk bar!
From left: Gus (Gustavo), Nacho (Ignacio), Saul, Lalo and Francesca. Gus and Francesca are wearing collars now (she’s pink, he’s yellow) so I can tell them apart without needing to check their back ends.
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Little baby kitten mosh pit. I swear they never stop moving!
Eyeball check! At this point, Francesca is in no hurry to see anything out here, but everyone has at least some eyeballs showing. I like Gustavo’s skeptical one-eyed peek. Kittens generally open their eyes around 7 – 10 days, but it can happen a few days earlier (Lalo’s eyes were open at 5 days) or later, so everyone’s right on schedule at this point (assuming that Francesca decides to get with the program.)
Good night innernets. ❤️
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Previously
2021: Today marks 4 weeks since we moved into this house.
2020: D’Artagnan is all “Excuse you, Athos, she was taking MY picture.”
2019: I feel like Antoine and Amelie were talking about me.
2018: The Bowl of Eliot is particularly fresh this morning.
2017: No entry.
2016: Hemlock does his Norma Desmond impression.
2015: “WE IZ HUNGRY!!!”
2014: On Tuesdays, we leap.
2013: “Hodor,” he says modestly.
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: She’s had just about enough of your shenanigans.
2009: Meet the True Bloods.
2008: YOU MAKE KITTY SCARED.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Oh, yeah. He haaaates having his belly rubbed. Uh huh. Suuuure he does.
I fostered a kitten last year and I loved him so much. He stayed at my house so long that he thought I was his mom and he got veeery attached, and so did I. I cried so much before AND after he got adopted, and I still miss him, even though I’m so happy his people found him (I’m tearing up as I write this)! Robyn, I don’t know how you do it. Thanks for fostering these sweet babies year after year!
Lalo’s ears are darkening already. He’s going to be a seal point like his mama.
Kim Wexler looks like a Tabby Point, not a Seal Point, maybe?
Your comment that Kim is 8 years old and reference to this being her last litter got me thinking, and so I offer this alternative scenario for your consideration (very condensed here): Kim was raised in an ultra conservative home where she wasn’t allowed toys or to be on the furniture. She wasn’t spayed because that was deemed an unnecessary expenses since she was never allowed outside. One day there was a guest in the home and Kim overheard a conversation about a place called “Crooked Acres”, where pregnant and momma cats were treated like the queens they were. Apparently that specific place no longer existed, but the humans that had lived there still did the same thing in a different location. Well – this sounded much better than her current life! Knowing that she was no longer a young cat, the next time she found herself going into heat, she put her plan into action. Her humans were used to her being a very well behaved cat, so she was able to take advantage and race outside when they weren’t paying close attention. She knew she couldn’t be choosy about the father, so she wasn’t. And after all, what’s wrong with being a cougar anyway? Once nicely with kittens, she used her winning looks and personality to get some humans to take care of her. And after she gave birth, she heard that she’d be going to Robyn, that very same human who used to live at Crooked Acres. Success!! Kim snuggled with her kittens knowing that all of them would now be coddled and cuddled and played with until their forever people took them to homes filled with playmates, cat toys, cushions, treats and lots of love. The End.