Now, I'm not a fool. I know very well that the last foster kitty I brought in the house was technically our cat the first time
But I can't say no to the foster kitties. I can't.
And really - why would I? They come with food and litter, ask for nothing but love.
Last night I got the call. This morning I ended up going to town and missed the hand-off - when I telephoned, apologizing, the lady from the SPCA had great news - the lady who fostered the cat I was to have received had called - some of her friends were interested in permanently adopting him!
It was the best reason in the world to not be fostering tonight.