Uh......I don't know!
3 was going to be it....but then a co-worker friend called to tell me that he'd found a nearly starved buff kitten on his cattle farm, trying to gnaw pieces off a feed block made for cattle. That's how Rumpleteaser came to live with us, and it became 4.
4 was going to be it....but then they opened a railroad boxcar at work, and a tiny little red and white kitten, that had been inside for at least the 6 day ride, was waiting at the door, and he promptly demanded the turkey sandwich that our production planner had in her backpack. That's how Skimbleshanks came to live with us, and it became 5.
5 was going to be it....but then the bonded pair of cats that I'd been sponsoring at the shelter went past the 3 month mark, and they told me that they would either have to be adopted out separately, or sent back to the old shelter and put back on the countdown clock...but since I'd already paid half their adoption fee, and they were spayed and up to date on shots.....
Thats how Peanut Butterum and Sassy Sasparilla came to live with us, and it became 7.
7 was going to be it....but then I volunteered to work at the shelter's "adoptathon", on local public television. Thats where I met Trace, the smashing white, 3 legged boy with the heart of gold....and also heard the little girl call him "icky" because of his missing leg. Duh, you guessed it. That is how Trace Tumblebrutus came to live with us, and it became 8.
8 is going to be it!
To be continued.......