Meg Gets Adopted

One of my favorite foster cats, Meg, got adopted a couple weeks ago.  She was one of those cats that I could have kept forever.  Sweet, friendly, cuddly, and never the one "in trouble."  The girl that adopted her was also named Meg.  Although her sister thought Meghan should change HER name, the cat has been renamed Penny and has adapted very well in her new home.  Meghan sent me a picture of Penny today, and said she never stops purring.  That's my girl.  Isn't she gorgeous?

I'm letting everyone get over their sugar coma from Wednesday's blog.  I cut the door open in the box last night and all the kittens are running around the nursery.  I used a box from a case of canned cat food for a little litter box and put some of mom's clumps in to help them know what to do.  I sure hope Elsa doesn't try to use the box.  Besides it being half her size, she doesn't always squat when she goes.  But, I have no choice.  The door to Elsa's box is too tall for the kittens to get in.  It's been a few hours and I don't know what I'll find when I get there.