I finally have kittens! My life is complete.
Michael and I went to the foster orientation last night, completely ready for kittens. I sat through the lecture and was even able to contribute a bit (there are diseases that I saw in San Francisco that are much rarer here, like FIP). At the end of the presentation, we were taken on a tour of the foster area of the shelter and asked if we would like to schedule appointments to pick up kittens the next day. “Yes,” Michael and I said simultaneously, with enthusiasm.
I asked for the first appointment available. The foster coordinator said she could meet me at 8:00 this morning. Done. I am not an early riser, and I was willing to drive the 25 minutes to the shelter to get kittens at 8:00am. I was desperate. And boy, was it worth it.
These little ones had been in foster before and had come down with a pretty severe URI that had taken 2 courses of meds. I know, I’ve seen worse (take Carrot, for instance), but I was glad to give them a place to recover. If I can take their first reaction to their kitten room as an indication, these kittens are going to be just fine. They were constantly moving, playing with all the toys I put out for them. A couple of the kittens jumped into the tub, unable to get out, so I put a basket in to make escape easier. I tried to photograph them individually, but it was tough given their level of excitement.
The kittens are sweet and wonderful like furry little marshmallows that I just want to gobble up. I am so happy.