As some of you know, I take in an extra cat that needs a foster home from time to time, rotating them out as they are adopted or go to the pet store so people can see them. Here’s a quick run-down of how the cats my wife and I have fostered (each in turn) have been doing;
- Beatrice: Bea was the first cat my wife and I took in last year, and she still hasn’t found a home. She’s been back and forth to a few places, but it’s been difficult finding her a home. She’s happy here for now, although she’ll probably go back to the adoption center soon in the hopes that someone will find her charming.
- Hermes: Hermes was the first kitten that we took in, a playful little orange thing that very quickly found a home.
- Cole: As soon as Hermes was adopted, we got Cole for a few weeks. He’d scream for a taste of whatever I’d be eating, snuggle up on the side of my face at night, and seemed to like standing on my shoulders from time to time. Like Hermes, he was quickly adopted, too.
- Kit: After the kitten glut had passed, a fat adult tabby named Kit came to stay for a while. He was very afraid of people and ultimately had to be rushed to the vet as he had a urinary blockage, but he’s fine now and has had several people ask to adopt him. I don’t know if he has been yet or not, but being that he has special needs I hope he finds a good home.
- Wyatt: After Kit was taken off to the vet, Wyatt stayed at the apartment for a bit. He had an overbite that made him look a bit like a saber-tooth, but he was such a sweet cat that he was very quickly adopted.
Although I’m uncertain about Kit at the moment, Beatrice is the only cat we’ve taken in that hasn’t found a home yet. This might just be the luck of the draw, but many of these animals were either going to be turned outside or killed if they did not have a place to go. There may be some more little fuzzballs here in the near future though; with warmer weather on its way, kitten season will soon be upon us.
Update: I forgot about one of the more recent cats that came to stay, a polydactyl cat named Little Foot. He was the one that ripped the r, t, and e keys off my laptop (before it was stolen) and he would latch on to “toys on a string,” pulling on them and growling like a dog, but he was a fun cat to keep for a bit. He’s at the adoption center now, waiting for a good home.