How many is too many? How many cats does one need before they’re considered a crazy cat lady? I’m pretty sure some people would already put me in that category, with my 4 kitties (Simon and Arwen, 8, tuxedo; Samantha, 6, torbie; Moo Kitten, 3, tuxedo). Three of them started off as fosters, but obviously I’m not very good at being a foster mom. Although the last, Moo Kitten, is my husband’s fault. I even had someone interested in adopting her (only because I promised him I would when I took her on), but he wanted to keep her. And of course I didn’t argue :)
But really… is 5 too many? I feel absurd even typing that. Of course 5 cats is insane. Who in their right mind would have FIVE cats? But also, who ever said that I’m in my right mind? Anyone who knows me at all knows that I absolutely adore orange tabby kittens. And that I don’t have one. And a friend of mine just happens to be fostering the most adorable kitten I’ve ever met. And I want to adopt him… even though I know in the back of my mind that I probably shouldn’t. But how can I say no to this face?!
It’s Sabrina’s fault. She invited me over to play with her new foster kittens knowing that I’d fall in love with the little orange one. The good thing is that he won’t even be up for adoption for a while yet, he’s only 3 weeks old now and it’ll probably be at least 5 more weeks until he’s ready. So I have lots of time to decide which part of my internal battle is going to win.
I couldn’t even count on my husband to put his foot down! One look at the pictures and all he said was that he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. And my best friend has 5 cats and 2 dogs, so of course she was no help.
I realize that I just wrote an entire post about that kitten. But guess where I am? Yup, Immunology again, bored out of my mind. This is now my daily mental break, which is needed today anyway — on hour 5 of 6 hours of straight lecture.