I don't know what end is up anymore. I am stressed to the limit and just plain tired.
I recieved an email today from someone who was truly interested in Angel and Flutter TOGETHER. I wrote out a long e-mail that took an hour or so to compose. At the last second, before I sent it, I deleted it and pretty much told her that Angel has an adoption pending and that I'd wait to see what she wants to do if Angel was adopted.
Part of me wants to be a good foster mom and actually find Flutter a home. Part of me says she's already GOT a home. I fell asleep with her in bed, woke to her meowing to get back up. Abby no longer flees bed when she sees Flutter there. It feels like my guys have already accepted her as permanent, so why can't I just admit it too? We all know Harry loves Flutter. I have not taken any new photos of her lately because I don't know which folder to put the photos in -- foster or monster? My guys go into the monster folder. Which folder does she belong?
If she stays, I am completely DONE fostering. Yeah yeah, we all say that, don't we? I can't take the hissing and growling from Pouncer. I can't take that they always bring in a parasite/worm/bacteria and give it to my guys. Yet I am compelled to help and love these cats in need.
Now, since I wasted almost two hours online at this point, I need to go get some work done... and scoop some litteboxes. I'm two hours behind in that duty and boy can you tell! PU!!!!![]()
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