If you don’t know me, you don’t know about my newest enterprise – kitten sitting!
I had an assignment to write a story about our local county animal shelter and fostering very young kittens. They are surrendered by residents who can not care for them.
Back story: It’s a government shelter. They can’t say “no” when people surrender the pets – feline, canine, and others. The government workers who are employed there feel so much empathy for these little ones.
Specifically: Some of the kittens that are brought in are too young to fend off disease and too young for sterilization (that is, spaying or neutering and then ready for adoption) and they need to be fostered in an environment that is healthier – like, of all things, MY house.
So I went and did the interview (with a wonderful, caring, knowledgeable woman named Mary – go figure) and ended up offering to foster some little kitties. I wrote the story. It is a real human interest story and shows how some government employees are real angels to their charges.
And I took a box o’ kitties home.
Four 8-ounce kitties.
They have changed my life in their little way.
They are innocent and fearless.
They are energetic in a way I can’t understand – but maybe could’ve when I was much and WAY younger.
They play play play playplayplayplayplay … ad infinitum. And. Then. They. Sleep.
Thank the good Lord for sleep. He invented it. He should know. It’s a beautiful thing, sleep. *sigh*
More to come. This is just the first installment. I’ll tell you AAALLLLL about the “kittehs”. They are pure, loving, clawFUL, innocent, sweet with sharp and tiny dagger claws that have already speared my drapes. *more sighes*
What have I gotten my self into this time?