Last week I agreed to take a mom and her three newborn kittens from the Warrenton Animal Control. I've taken quite a few of their animals and they've all been wonderful cats. However, this meant changing rooms for almost everybody here. In four days, I cleaned three cat rooms and the nursery closet and moved everyone. Gemma and Gina and kids went to a bedroom vacated by Madison, who went back to her original foster mom. Sasha and family only got to enjoy sharing my room a few days before being moved to the downstairs office where they have much more room. Tasha and Wallie who had been in there were adopted by a wonderful couple, so Ben was the only one in the office. I moved him to my room, and the Warrenton mom, Brenna, went into the nursery. There will be a test later.
"Hey, look, another box."
"Let's see if there's anything good in there?"
"No, just an empty box."
"Oooh, a big orange one."
"Look, Mom, a big orange one!" "That's nice, Dear. Go play with your sisters."
"My ball, my fuzzy tail. Back Off!"
"Yeah, I'm really scared. Take that and stuff your pompom."