I agree with that.  I kept my sons dog for a year and even though he now has
her back, I still worry about her.

I trust the judgement of the rescue folks who are finding homes for their
kitties. And I've decided I just *can't* worry about it, or I'd be a wreck.
Or I'd have a houseful of hissing, fighting, crowded and unhappy cats. I
really believe there's such a thing as too many. Not that I can decide that
number for someone else, but I know my own limits.

Joyce

If he comes back, I'll have him for another week. Which will be fine, he
pretty much gets along with everyone (I just let him have the run of the
house when Smudge is out, and when she comes back in, he goes back into
the bedroom). But I can't keep him, that's just out of the question.

If I lived in an enormous house like my sister's (which would probably
fit about 4 of my apartments in it), I could have 4 full-time owners, plus
any number of fosters, as she does. But she lives in Florida where, at
least at one time, one could buy a huge house and actually afford it (and
she bought hers during that time). I live in San Francisco, where the
amount she paid for her house wouldn't buy me a 2-room dump on Crack St.
I'll probably always be a renter... and hopefully a fosterer, at least
from time to time.

Joyce

"Lesley" <
On Feb 10, 1:08 pm,

And if he comes back? This is why I could never do fostering I mean I
already think he sounds so much a love bug I don't think I could have
taken him (if I win the lottery I plan to buy a big enough place for
all the kitties I'd love to have- I'd have a special section for the
FIV's I've sponsored)

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

I couldn't do fostering either.  I become too attached to the Cats and
wouldn't be able to let them go.  Hey Lesley, let's buy a BIG house
together, with DH, of course, LOL.  He loves Cats as much as I do.  It would
be a wonderful place...I have the 'plans/blueprints' in my head.
Too many homeless kitties, so sad.
Bless  the hearts for those fostering.
Love
Kyla
--and Clowder

Well, he was not adopted today, so he's back here with me for another
week. This could go on for quite a while, but you never know.

Smudge is outside, so I have all the doors open and all the kitties are
interacting. It's quite peaceful, nobody seems to have any problem with
each other. I have noticed that R & L tried to play with Everett, but
it's like he comes from another cat country and they don't speak the same
language. :) Everett will crouch in pre-attack mode, and Roxy will stare
at him for a few minutes, then roll over and put her feet in the air, which
is her way of saying "play with me." :) She would be useless in the wild,
I swear. She doesn't know how to do anything except look adorable. Of
course, Everett doesn't know what to make of that, so he doesn't react.

Meanwhile, Licky gets this kind of cautious, slightly alarmed look when
Everett comes near him in a playful mood, but he definitely does not seem
hostile or very scared. Just a little unsure what to do.

Then Everett gets the zoomies, which gets Roxy and Licky all excited, with
their ears going all over the place. Sometimes Roxy gets the zoomies in
response, but they're sort of having separate zoomies simultaneously, rather
than playing together. I guess it just takes a while sometimes. When Roxy and
Smudge first met, they clicked immediately and started chasing each other
all over the place. So I guess I'm spoiled.

One funny thing. After several abortive attempts to play together between
Everett and Roxy, or Everett and Licky, Roxy and Licky suddenly launched
into an all-out wrestling match, as though to say, "See, little pipsqueak?
This is how it's done!"

Joyce

"Marina"

Mosey here:
Heeee kneads too stay wit yew.
ok, we'll be purring

Pookie here:
an gnow:)