I’ll be leaving Smallville around 4 this afternoon to drive to Madison, pick up Joe Bob, and take him to the pet store. Yes, after he’s been with us for something like two months, it’s time for him to go and possibly be adopted. He’s adapted really well to life here and he’s such a sweet boy, but I really think that seven cats is just too many for us to have on a permanent basis. Six really feels like the right number for us – add a seventh, and I feel like there are cats every three inches, and I’m always stepping on or kicking one of them (by accident, you understand).

Also, I was told by a hateful man that if we adopted Joe Bob, I’d never be allowed to foster again, ever, so off Joe Bob goes.

Another woman who fosters for the same shelter once told me, basically, “I love them while I’ve got them, and then when it’s time, I pass them along for someone else to love. It’s never easy.”

She’s right, it’s never easy – but I know someone’s going to love Joe Bob, and now that he’s healthy it’s time for him to go be where they can find him.

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“See yas. I’m off to find a home where they don’t yell at me for pulling food out of the garbage can. That’s what it’s THERE FOR, people! What am I SUPPOSED to do when I want a snack?”


2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.