|Left to Right: Kelso, Kennedy, Kavan, Keegan|
Given my hubs' allergies, we can't keep a cat. From time to time, I look at my two wonderful dogs and wish they'd purr. So, when I was given the opportunity to foster kittens (kittens small enough to stay in one confined area), I jumped on it. As most of you know, we purchased a house that is much bigger than we need right now. That means that we have a completely empty bedroom far away from any living space. Or, we did until it became the cat room.
I turned an empty bedroom into a cat paradise overnight and welcomed four 10-week old kittens into our home. For three weeks, I got up at the crack of dawn (a huge feat for me) to clean their litter box and whatever messes they'd made, feed them and play for a while before going to work. I drove home during lunches to let them climb on me and purr. I spent time in the evening with them, discovering each of their personalities. I found happiness in that room full of kittens.
Luckily, two of the kittens found good homes. The other two (Kelso and Keegan) are still patiently waiting while living in the free roaming cat room at the shelter. We'll be bringing a new litter into our home soon. While we can't keep them into adulthood, it is nice to watch them grow and have them be a part of our lives, even if only for a short time. Many people have told me fostering the kittens was such a nice thing to do. I tell them that it was a purely selfish endeavor. For me, happiness can be as simple as a room full of kittens.