wrote:
Over the past two weeks, I've fostered a wonderful cat named Louise.
She's a year or so old, black and white tuxedo, with short, neat,
satin-smooth fur - and she's the sweetest kitty I've met in a long
time. She comes when called, she loves being petted, and is very
cuddly and affectionate. Sometimes she'd sleep on my upper back when
I lay on my stomach in bed, with her head resting on my shoulder,
purring in my ear. She's also playful and cute. Well, today she got
adopted at the mobile. Her new human seems like a very nice woman,
caring, attentive, a cat-lover. Just the kind of person I hoped would
adopt Louise - someone who can really appreciate what a special cat
she is and give her the attention
she needs. So, a happy ending for Lousie and her new human!

But I shed a tear when the woman left with Louise in the cat carrier.
Over the two weeks I had her, I got quite attached to her, and I toyed
with the idea of adopting her myself. But I knew it was a bad idea -
I'm only supposed to have two cats in my apartment, and if I ever had
to move in a hurry, having 3 cats would probably make it even more
difficult than having two. Someday, when I own my own home, I'll have
as many cats as I want, but for now, I have two of my own, and enjoy
the company of temporary fosters. It's just that some of those
fosters are harder to let go of than others. The two orange kittens I
had last month were absolutely adorable, but I didn't find it
difficult to let them go. Maybe that was because it was also a relief
- the little hellions were tearing up my apartment! Louise was so
well-behaved, never caused any trouble. I'll miss her sniff

Anyway, I came home today with two black kittens from the mobile -
their regular fosterer never showed up to pick them up! They're shy
and skittish, but cute. I think they'll come out of their shells soon
- I was playing with them today, and they were pretty responsive. But
as soon as I tried to touch them, they ran away. So this time I have
some socializing work to do!

Joyce & the revolving cat menagerie

I don't know how you do it. I'd get so attached I wouldn't be able to let
any of them go.

I'm glad Louise found a good cat-mom. That's the important thing. But I
still don't know how you do it.

Jill