Kittens

Fitting a Cat into a Too Small Box

Iver (one of last year's foster kittens), at just 8 weeks old, can already demonstrate this advanced technic. Yes, his complete lack of a tail may be an unfair advantage. But just look at how proud he is!

Step 1: Tuck in your tail - if you have one!

 

Step II: Bask in the glory of achievement.

 

Step III: Make your statement: "I may not always use catnip, but when I do, it's Cascadia Catnip."

Meet Mark

Mark is one of a litter of four foster kittens that we are caring for on behalf of our local Humane Society. A good Samaritan found them where some heartless person had discarded them—in a mud puddle, shivering and disoriented, with no sign of a mother cat anywhere. The person who found them in this pathetic condition gathered them up and took them to the Humane Society.

The Humane Society vet didn’t expect them to live since their body temperatures had fallen so low. But under her expert care they revived. After a week of treatment it was clear they were going to live. At that time she called us to take them home into foster care. They were just under a pound each. We are to keep them until they have attained the two-pound mark; at that point they will return to the Humane Society for their surgeries and to go onto the adoption floor to find their forever homes.

We went through a volunteer orientation, an interview, and a training session earlier this summer in order to qualify as kitten foster parents. This is the first litter of kittens we’ve had the honor of raising. We’ve received lots of supplies and endless gratitude from the staff at the Humane Society.

But honestly? We would probably pay money to have the opportunity to live with kittens like these and watch them play and grow day by day. There is probably nothing cuter in the world than a litter of kittens throwing themselves on and off of the furniture—and each other—while they grow more confident by the hour. The only problem is that it would be grievously irresponsible to bring even a single litter of kittens into a world where there are already far more cats than there are caring homes to take them in. Fostering homeless kittens seems like the perfect solution—for the kittens, yes, but also, to be honest, for ourselves.

Yesterday I plucked Mark’s little brother Grant off of the couch while he was sleepy and subdued, and deposited him onto the tray of my kitchen food scale. Grant is the runt of the litter, but even he has attained that long-legged look of the adult cat he will eventually become. The needle on the scale confirmed both my hope and my fear: Grant tipped the scale at just over two pounds. The day has come. It’s time for the kittens to return to the Humane Society and their futures.

Good-bye, little guys—thanks for all the fun and, of course, all of the memories!