There is always one week in my foster kittens' lives that it happens. The week I almost become a failure. A foster failure. (Foster fail is the lighthearted term for when the foster "fails" by deciding to adopt the animals themselves instead of getting them ready for someone else to adopt.)
It happened with Cami and Sami, my first bottle babies.
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| Huey, Dewey, and Louie. |
With the board gamers.
With the Yellowstone Crew.
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| Domino, Checkers, and Yahtzee |
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| Beth, Dutton, Kaycee, Monica, and Rip |
It happened with the Simon and Garfunkel kittens.
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| Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme |
Happened with the Breakfast Club.
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| Buttermilk, Flapjack, Shortstack, Crepe, Cupcake and Mama Sienna. |
And of course with the Wild West Gang.
Especially Wyatt Earp. Boy, I was oh-so-close to keeping Wyatt Earp, my foster kitten born missing his back feet.
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| Annie Oakley, Calamity Jane, Wild Bill, and Wyatt Earp |
So it's no surprise that we've hit the almost-a-foster-failure week with Denali and McKinley.
Free spirit McKinley
and the hold-me-like-a-baby Denali
make it hard to not keep them forever and ever (and ever).
But I have to stop myself and think about the big picture. The more kittens I let go in and out of my home, the more families I’m able to touch, and the more kittens I can help give a good life. Yes, it'll be hard to let them go (as usual!) but it's the right thing to do.
Thankfully I still have more time to love on these two and be entertained by their antics.
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| Who knew packaging paper could be so fun? |
And envious of their ability to sleep just about anywhere.
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| Not too worried about getting caught with the stolen piece of carpet, are they? |
No foster fail in this house this week. But next week, who knows?