Rok (the boyfriend) and I visited a foster home this weekend! I haven’t told you yet, but our three cats Peggy, Fergie and Kim were all adopted from a nonprofit cat rescue. They occasionally help dogs too, but their main focus are cats. They have their own non profit vet clinic and a store, but all the cats (and dogs) live in foster homes with volunteers, so they always feel like members of the family. I can’t be a foster mom at the moment, so I mostly help with donations, but since I know some of the volunteers I visit them every now and then. I couldn’t help myself so I took some pictures of Snoopy (the white boy, with orange marks) and little calico cupcake.
Isn’t she adorable?? This is my favorite photo of her. My knee looks huge compared to her tiny paws, but she is really small. She’s about 4 months old, but weighs only about 1200 grams (2.6 pounds), because she had a really bad cold and worms (a ton of worms, poor girl), which caused the weight loss. She’s better now and I’m sure she’ll grow into a gorgeous healthy girl.
Because they are not the only fosters in the home, they had to be put in a huge dog crate, so they could eat their lunch without distractions. Snoopy especially needs more time to eat, because he’s such a gentle boy that he does everything slowly.
And then this happened.
We left after that and I am still thinking about these two. I could just adopt them both. Cat number 4 definitely is an option, we’re just not completely sure about it right now. But it’s hard to say no…