So I've taken on two feral kittens, and this time it's another slightly older rescue that's been the "facilitator" of socialization. If Sampson (the teenage rescue) gets on my stomach, one of the new ferals - a female who is smitten with him - will jump up beside him. I sneak my hand in as I'm petting him, and she seems to enjoy the contact.
Once again a situation that has me in knots (taking on even more cats) gives back ten fold in entertainment.
That doesn't mean that I don't spend half the day telling myself that I was manipulated in to taking on the two new ferals (at a thrift shop for a cat shelter no less), or that I don't imagine my epitaph as the poor misguided crazy cat lady (which I do.) Just that there are moments - precious moments, where I'm utterly happy with my crew of abandoned and unwanted creatures.
Once again a situation that has me in knots (taking on even more cats) gives back ten fold in entertainment.
That doesn't mean that I don't spend half the day telling myself that I was manipulated in to taking on the two new ferals (at a thrift shop for a cat shelter no less), or that I don't imagine my epitaph as the poor misguided crazy cat lady (which I do.) Just that there are moments - precious moments, where I'm utterly happy with my crew of abandoned and unwanted creatures.