Wednesday, February 05, 2014
OK. So the title is a little misleading, but I am a failure - a foster failure. After the first two kittens of the four I was fostering got adopted, I got busy with all of my other activities and work so I was unable to take them to adoption events. As time went on, the little monsters (as I like to call them) started settling in and acting like they owned the place. Phil and I had a conversation and as much as we loved them, we weren't about to add two more cats. We then made a decision - not to keep the boys, but for the betterment of the animals we had at home.
Side story: A couple of years ago one of our cats attacked the other one and it resulted in an abcess that needed to be surgically removed. Ever since then she's been terrified of him and we've had to keep her and another cat completely separate. They got attention, but they just weren't getting the quality of life they deserved. In December, Phil's parents had mentioned that they were interested in adopting again (their two cats had died in 2012). We jumped on the opportunity and rehomed the one who had been attacked, but hoped we could reintegrate the other. She has not been adjusting well despite our efforts. About a week or two ago his parents said they'd take the other cat so the girls could be together again. Now we just have to get her down to SoCal.
Return to the first story: The decision was made to rehome the two girls. We then had another conversation about the kittens since we were both becoming quite attached to them. Phil had said that if we kept them I wouldn't be able to foster again. I told him that I wasn't going to allow animals to die because I wanted to be selfish. I said it broke my heart to adopt them out but that's what we signed up for and if those were the conditions, I wasn't OK with it. So, I did what I was supposed to do. I updated their profiles, took them to the rescue's professional photographer and got their photos taken and made them available through adoption events. We had an interested party who came over for a meet and greet. He fell in love with one of the pair, but I wanted them to go together since they seem pretty attached to each other. He sent photos and video to his girlfriend and said he would get back to us. He then asked to meet one of the other rescue cats, but told me he was still interested in the boys and would have a decision after meeting the other cat.
When I told Phil, he FINALLY admitted that he didn't want to give them up. I said I wasn't going to forgo fostering and that if they were going to stay I was going to have my cake and eat it too. A couple of days went by and he caved. So, we proceeded with the adoption. The boys are officially ours.
This has nothing to do with weight loss and working out (I'll be posting another blog about that tomorrow or later today, I'm sure), but sometimes it's just nice to share a story that isn't me complaining about how I'm not doing so well at reaching my goals.
So here they are - the newest members of our family, Jimmy (black) and Johnny (black and white)