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Appologies; one of my 5-week-old foster kitties just ran across my keyboard.
Every summer, I foster kittens. My summer break just started and I recently got my first litter of the summer. One momma kitty, Skye, and five little babies. They will be with us for about a month, then we will return them to the Humane Society to be fixed and adopted. (NOT as easy as it sounds.
It is so very difficult bringing them back. Thankfully, all of my previous fosters (including the momma cats) were adopted shortly after we returned them.)
In the past, I have fostered ferals that needed to be tamed (by far my favorites; it is so fun to watch the progression of mean little sassy kitties turn into sweeties). I have also fostered another litter of sick kittes and their mommy. They were around five weeks. Lots of fun. There was one morning when I woke up with the momma kitty, snuggled up under my head and a fuzzy little one sleeping right on top of my face. I was coughing up hair all day. The worst part is when they are 6 weeks old. They think that feet moving around under sheets at 5 in the morning make great toys.
Then they get under the sheets and they still think my feet are chew toys.
Anyways, here is a picture of two of the new fosters. They're just settling in. I will post more pics on this thread as I take them.
Here are a few of last summers fosters. Sorry about the quality; this was before I got my HD camera.
Here is the
"t5hyu6777" says Skye. I currently have one kitten batting at my toe, another chewing on my hand.
Anyways, this is the kitten that would not leave my feet alone.
Sweet, sweet Mommy. She was so thin and sick, but was much better when she left us. At first, my bed was her refuge from playful babies. When they figured out how to get up on the bed, she took refuge on my top bunk.
Here are the ferals. They were older.
I think the funnest part about the ferals was teaching them to play. Even as 8-week-olds, they didn't know how to play.
Anyways, I'll get on to my cat. I have owned cats my entire life, although currently I have just one, Iraland/Ira, the tabby. He lives outside, sleeping in the garage (don't tell, but sometimes I sneak him into my bedroom at night when I don't have fosters). As most outdoor cats, he can be really jumpy. But he knows who his mommy is, and is a total sweetie pie to me.
Aside from fostering and keeping cats, some of my other hobbies include: reptiles, photography, music, and travel.
Sorry this is so long, but I really can't leave out my other pets.
Barbudo the bearded dragon. He is such a sweetie. Loves snuggling and running around my room (when there are no fosters, of course, or when the fosters are in the guest room).
Cu, the ball python. Another sweetie. She loves sitting around my neck while I work on the computer. Hopefully I'll get a few more balls and start breeding next season.
Lastly, my new addition, Sangre the Borneo short tailed python. LOL, he is not so sweet. Beautiful little boy, but can have quite the temper. I hope he calms down before he gets big. I'd hate to be bit by a 7 foot, 40 pound snake, lol.
Two more snakes coming within the week. However, as this is a cat forum, I doubt I'll post pics.
Thanks for looking.
Will post more pics of the fosters soon. Will post more pics of the others upon request.