It’s called failure to foster when a foster family decides to keep a kitten rather than give it up for adoption. I call it just love.
We the latest litter I find myself imaging giving them all up and once again having no pets of our own. No pet that actually cares it’s me and me not having one to care about specially. It’s getting harder and harder to continue trouping them into my life and out again.
Well, I helped nurse Cadet from the little, lost kitten he was into the thriving gorgeous kitten he’s become and I don’t want him to slip through my fingers like Mish and Dexter before him. Meanwhile Trask also caught my eye but in the end talking with Barbara we decided that one would be it and I naturally thought of Cadet.
Then, believe it or not, Barbara says to me “… and what about me, you have Cadet what do I have?” and we decide to keep Trask too.
This wasn’t failure of any kind, this was just the right time for them and for us.