Last week I finally got the call from the Batavia Animal Shelter, that they had some kittens in need of foster care until they are old enough to be put up for adoption. I had signed up a couple of months ago, but had to wait until after our trip to be put on the calendar. I have six "bitties"- three each from two litters. This happens when someone discovers a stray who has had kittens under a porch or in a barn. Most times the mother cannot be caught, but when the kittens can, they wind up at the shelter.
|Simon- yellow- and Doug|
|Simon (Legree)- hogs the food dishes. (a mini Garfield?)|
There is also Bob- the escape artist- who I can't get a picture of since he never stops moving. Bob and Doug are named for the McKenzie brothers of Second City. They both have a sort of M on their foreheads- and my mind wandered since the two of them are always together.
|Simon, Boo and George peering at me on the deck- below their room.|
Tim, the shyest of them all, still prefers to stay in the corners. But when I sneak up on her and pet her, she purrs immediately! Since I was calling her Tom, for timid, before I decided she's a she, I decided her full name is Timid Tina.
Please keep these sweet faces in mind next time you decide you need a new friend in your life. The shelter is full of them! And- as Bob Barker says- Please have your own pets spayed or neutered. The results of letting them breed are staggering, and tragic! (even if you don't believe the numbers here)
I'll hold off on a green tip, since I've "preached" on a different topic already.
I am grateful for:
Relief from last week's heat ( I hope all are enjoying it!)
a little rain
enjoying the process