After almost 8 months with us, we finally let our foster cats go. We drove them into the shelter for checkups and shots ... and then to their new home.
The bad news is the kids are all really sad. We've missed them all day. In the past two weeks they've become different cats, creating some routines and opening up a little bit more. They recently started running into my room and jumping up on the bed in the am when my alarm goes off. This is not good, because petting them makes me late. But how can you say no to two foster cats that took months to literally let you near them? This morning they jumped into bed and my heart was a little crushed. We then drove all the way to the shelter and Eri didn't cry at all. This cat has cried every single car ride, except today.
So; we are sad. And we miss them.
Onto the good news. After months of manipulation and guilt tripping ... Pixie and Eri now live with the kids Uncle, Brad. If it wasn't mid pandemic, the kids could see them all the time. Soon, I think Uncle Brad is going to have some regular visitors. Hopefully he's prepared for our invasion.
And, more news. We've promised the kids a dog.
