You can tell ’cause he’s picking out the wine.
This is Ned, the cat formerly known as Wookie. He is Haggis’s and Taz’s brother. If you go on my website and look at the picture under ‘drop me a line,’ you’ll see Ned with Taz and Angel (now called River after the cute but crazy gal on FIREFLY) helping me edit my book. Ned went to live with our friend Matt, proud father of Mitch, another plumpalicious black feline. The two of them became best buddies (or domestic partners, as Matt calls them) and it’s now difficult to tell them apart.
This is the upside of fostering.
The downside is when you lose them. The kittens and Mom Cat we’re fostering now came to us with upper respiratory problems and eye infections, compromised immune systems. We lost little Gabriel a couple weeks ago to pneumonia…and last night we lost Gorilla, the little tortie, to the same thing. Matt sent me pictures of Ned to cheer me up, reminding me that a lot of the times the fostering story has a happy ending. He’s right. This is why we keep doing it despite the heartache.
But I am officially ready for Bastet to stop repossessing her children before their time.