My daughters love cats. They love kittens even more. For years they begged me and their daddy to get a kitten – “an itty bitty, barely-with-its-eyes-open kitten,” they would squeal.
The girls had a romanticized idea about kittens as they imagined they would be able to push these half pound little fur balls around in a baby stroller. I told them if that is what they wanted a kitten for they were better off sticking to their very agreeable stuffed animals that would be more than happy to comply!
Besides, we already had two cats. It is true however, that we adopted both of them when they were young adults. One of our cats – our Maine Coon, Sushi, weighs nearly 23 pounds, a formidable amount of feline for a young child to pick-up and hold. Our other cat, Riki Tiki Tabby, isn’t a lightweight either at 16 squirmy pounds.
While the girls matured in their understanding of what a real live kitten would tolerate, the request for a kitten never abated. That is when I stumbled upon an ad at our local pet store:
URGENT: Foster Families for Kittens Needed NOW!
Ah ha! Why don’t we be a foster family for a homeless mama cat and her babes? The commitment would be short term, I told myself. We would not be responsible for finding them permanent homes, and we would help prevent the euthanizing of perfectly healthy animals when the shelter is just full – and we could have kittens the socially responsible way.