So, a couple of weeks ago I told Brittany that my foster room would be ready “In a week or so.” We were having the guys come in and put down hardwood floors in the closets a few days later, and then I needed to paint that stupid closet. She mentioned that someone had contacted them about a pregnant cat, and I let her know I was very interested.
The floors went down, the closet got painted, and I messaged Brittany and said “My foster room is hungry!”
A few days later, she told me that the cat might be feral, but I told her as long as I didn’t end up with the cat long-term, I’d still take her. Emmy was my first (really, only) pregnant feral, and that turned out fine. Brittany assured me that if she was feral, she’d be spayed and returned. This is the cat in question – isn’t she pretty?
This story isn’t going to end the way I’d expected, though. As it turns out, I didn’t get a pregnant mama.
The whole story tomorrow.
2017: It’s ‘tudes-day for Dewey.
2016: No entry.
2015: No entry.
2014: Bath time for EVERYone!
2013: SuperLunk is on the job as well!
2012: He has a way with the lady cats, that husband o’ mine.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I realllllllllly don’t want the permanent residents of the house to go into double-digit territory.
2007: “Let’s pee in her bed!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.