An anniversary.

One year ago today, I became a little bit more myself again. I brought in my first foster cat from the animal shelter, and I've had a foster cat (or 12) every day since then. 60 cats later, more than 60 lives changed. I still love it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop. They all have a story and I could tell you something about all of them, even now. Others could fill a book, and maybe someday they will.

I have 6 fosters right now, but it doesn't feel like much. The mama cat does all the work for her four babies, and Bubba is practically family. I won't say how many cats I have who aren't fosters.



Ah, that picture always makes me feel better.