We took a long break from fostering. Aside from a short stint as a temporary foster when we first got June, we’ve kept our house pretty quiet from rogue animals needing a home. We had a puppy to train and a wedding to plan; my job across town makes it more difficult to transport foster animals with only one car. And you know us – we want to foster anything with four legs. Three legs, too. And knowing Amelia, she’d be all about fostering one of those two-legged dogs that need weird dog wheelchairs to get around.
Then, in early October, the organization providing all those best bedding for hedgehog and other small animals, supplies for the bigger ones, also the one we used to foster with, Pet Project Rescue, had found a very tiny kitten, with her eyes barely open. Someone had dropped her in a feral cat trap (slow down and read this article before you get crazy about it) and she was not in great shape. And of course, she needed a foster. After a night in the emergency clinic and clearing up some weird things from being in the elements by herself for three weeks, she move herself in sometime in mid-October.
For the first couple of weeks, Amelia and I took turns sleeping on the couch next to the tupperware container she was sleeping in to bottle feed her every couple of hours and make sure that her heating pad stayed on as regularly as possible.
She transitioned from tupperware container to playpen. That didn’t last long at all, because she’s one determined little runt. And now, two months later, she’s a kitten looking for a home.
Of course you want pictures. How else will you know if you want to adopt her?