Ok, so we all know I'm a big ol' foster failure. This time I've been doubly bad at fostering.

It seems like the end result of this year's fostering attempt will end like this:
My daughter taking Mikey (which we already knew)
My daughter taking Mystic too (because he and Mikey are incredibly bonded)
and me keeping Trixie. (oh yeah, you all knew it!)


You see.... they both had adoption apps on them this week. I was EXCITED. The people were AWESOME. But they backed out for some reason. And I felt a huge sense of relief.

I mean, how can I let this face go anywhere?


I go between thinking she's the prettiest kitten EVER, to thinking she's not as pretty as some of the brown tabbies in the rescue. Seriously.... I think my major indecision about adopting her comes from the fact that she's NOT a brown tabby. Will someone please come to my house and hit me over the head over THAT one?


And I can't express how excited I am at the idea that her blackie brother might have a great home with my daughter... and that I might get to se him grow up into a sleek black cat