I started fostering 9 months ago. I was looking for a Chocolate Point Siamese boy kitten to adopt. Saw an adorable little guy on the Siamese Rescue site, well my application didn't arrive in time to get him. So, I kept checking the site, and looked into fostering for them. It's been wonderful. AND I found my cute little baby in June. HER name is Bella, and she's not a Chocolate, she's a Torti. And I can't imagine my life without her.
Now I use certain mental techniques to keep me from adopting all my fosters and having to face letting them go. I am stronger than I ever imagined. (I was the one who would say: I could never do that...I could never let them go...I can't go into a shelter...)
My technique? Every time I hand a kitty over into their mama's (or daddy's) arms, I think of a message arriving at a shelter, telling a cat that they are going to live! That's good news, isn't it?


I'm hooked....


Mama Rosa