In my previous life, I lived in downtown Schenectady on a dead end street. While sitting on my porch one evening a person drove down to the dead end sign opened their door to their car and ‘threw out’ a small creature into the woods that bordered the dead end sign. Of course, being investigative in nature, I went down and found a lovely cream colored kitten. This is how we became foster parents. We just could not help our selves. What is going to happen to these innocent victims, if we were not their to help. My husband and I had the discussion, going back and forth, of whether or not, give her up. Shelters were overbooked. The only other logical thing was to see if anyone wanted to adopt. And so, we named her joy (joyful) and brought the cutest little buddle to Petsmart, to see if anyone would be willing to adopt her.
Now, we were already very cautious. Often going back and forth on if this is the right thing to do. You know, you get in your mind that someone else would not do the right thing and love her as much as you can. This is dangerous think, as it means you have the tendencies to become a horder. It was always a battle that mostimes I had to overcome. Fear sets in as people walk past the window; the ews and aws were constant.
Then it happend! One middle aged lady with a red hat and matching scarf came over to the cage. She was short in stature with big rimed glasses. She tapped on the glass and as Joy looked at her, the woman blurted, “how nice, you will go great with my curtains”.
That was it! I grabbed all of my stuff and brought Joy home — my belief in the human race down a peg or two.
So, if you are ever in a position of fostering a cat, make sure that the person that you give the cat to truly appreciates them and not, just because, they go with their curtains!
