After a quiet morning, in which I let each kitten come out to play a bit, I put Nancy and her brood in the carrier and took them down to the shelter for their booster shots.
I kibitzed with puppies in the lobby while I waited, and Edsel would like you all to know that he is greatly relieved I did not bring any of those home.
After a while, the volunteer coordinator woman poked her head out the door. “Are they eating real food?” she asked me.
They have been. They’ve been eating me out of house and home, actually. If anyone would care to make a donation, throw a little tip June’s way, that would be beautiful. I’m buying so much kitten food the grocery store probably thinks I’m eating it myself.
Between the five of them, they’d been eating four cans a day, plus dry food.
The volunteer woman went back behind the door again. I visited those puppies, and wandered into the adult cat room, not that there was pornography in there. You know what I mean. Geez.
When she came back with the carrier, I could tell by the way she was holding it that Nancy was no longer with her. Oh, my heart.
“The mom is good to go,” she said. “She’s ready to be adopted.”
I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to Nancy. I was stunned. I mean, I know these kittens are seven weeks old, and that her milk was dried up, but jeez Louise.
“That friend of yours, Ned… Nickerson? He emailed to say he would take Nancy.”
Earlier this week, I emailed the four people who had expressed tepid interest in my kittens, and I included Ned in the email because he had come over here to look at them all, and had fallen in love with Nancy. She really is a spectacular cat. She is sweet and delicate, but not a lap cat. She’s also fun and will fetch a mouse over and over again. I think Nancy will be a great fit for Ned.
Oh my God. I am lying on the couch in the living room, telling you this story, and I heard a little kitten mew that sounded way too close. The dark tortoiseshell one, Vicky, has just crawled out from under the door!
I would let them roam freely, but Steely Dan is not pleased with this crop of kittens. I don’t know what to tell you about that cat. He loved the last foster.
Anyway, Ned had never answered the email I sent about Nancy’s availability. But I had included the email address of the volunteer coordinator, and clearly he emailed her.
Wait. Y’all. Ned made a decision! That just occurred to me.
So now the kittens are here at my house, momless, for two more weeks. I feel bad for Nancy. But I know she will be in a good home where she will be helicopter parented for the rest of her days. And yes, it has occurred to me to call Ned and ask him to bring Nancy over for a visit.
Meanwhile, I will try to soldier on with four baby kitten heads.