Today, the two pregnant girls have an appointment with my vet. I am praying that Dr. Steve will tell me the kitties are well enough to be spayed. One is so young to have babies, the other is so tiny- the risks are to great for these litters to come into the world. Once they get spayed, I will have to give them back to the caretakers but at least they have had their meds and treatments to the point their discharge from their noses and mouths have lessened a great deal. I really want to hang on to the long-haired gray girl and find her a loving home. She is ultra-sweet, but my hands are tied in this matter.
Sometimes you can do so much and no more. Then you hope for the best. I fostered a cat for a few days and then, surprisingly, his family claimed him: he was lost and went back to his home. The family’s attitude to cat-care is a little lackadaisical; they love this cat, I’m sure, but I’m not so certain that it’s the best home for him. Yet he is theirs. The best I can do is hope for the best.