Today, my beautiful foster kitty, Nutmeg, was adopted. I know, I know, I should be happy, and I am, but I'm sad to see her leave.
Nutmeg came to me, oh, about a month ago, scared and depressed. She has since gradually popped out of her shell and is now a happy, attention seeking cat. Nutmeg was adopted by a wonderful young couple, in their twenties, who have no children and live in a spacious apartment where Nutmeg will be able to suntan on the balcony. I met them personally and they seem like wonderful cat owners. They had a cat about a year ago, who they had to put to sleep at the age of 12. But they are now ready for a new kitty. I gave them a whole bunch of pamphlets and stuff of raw food, so hopefully they will keep darling Nutmeg of the raw diet I'd been feeding her. I miss her ever so much already and it's only been a few hours. I think my dear Himmie, Abby, will miss her the most, though. Poor thing. But I have been thinking, maybe it's time to get another cat, to keep. Abby is now at the age (6-7 months old) were she is very playful and the dogs want nothing to do with it. So, maybe I will head down to the HS and pick my self up another cat. But of course, I will continue to foster. I've contacted a few rescues, letting them know I can foster, so maybe when I foster again I will feel better. Nutmeg was my first foster and it's been a wonderful, wonderful experience. I will definately keep doing it. Maybe I will even foster a dog, too one day. Well, anyway, here is a picture of my dear Nutmeg. Sorry, it's not very good, it's her adoption picture when she was still very scared, but it's the only one I have of her. Here she is:
