After promising myself I wouldn't take in any more fosters until I had adopted out five or so, I got another call from Erin, the animal control officer at the Warrenton Animal Shelter. Could I take an 8-month-old long-haired black and white female kitten named Snooki. She was trapped in back of a store eating out of the dumpster. As soon as she said "black", I wanted to pass (I already have five black fosters), but I heard the words, "Yeah, I can take her" come out of my mouth, as I had a visual of this feral cat and her living conditions. And I was definitely changing the name.
I put him in the nursery closet for a few days until I knew he was using the litter box, which he went right over to and used. I also didn't know how feral or friendly he was, but he came right over, rubbed on me, let me pet him and pick him up. This was definitely not a feral cat. I was sure he hadn't been outside long and was someone's pet, but nobody had called Animal Control looking for him in two weeks. Their loss. What a sweetie. I let him out into the bedroom an hour later.
Scooter quickly made himself at home.