When life gives you kittens part II

It was only last November that I wrote on The Simple Year about how our sweet Bear fell out of the woodpile on Election Day. In that thrilling saga, we had to bottle feed the little guy because he was only 2-3 weeks old, and he was not litter box trained, so we were doing a lot of laundry.

THIS time around is much easier. Bean is older, for one thing, so he can feed himself, use the litter box, lap up water, and jump up and down on his own (Bear never did learn that particular skill).


I hate to complain, because he’s always so excited about helping, but Bean is TERRIBLE at folding laundry.

I don’t know what is up with us, if we’re kitten magnets or what, but we have another exciting addition to the Story of How We Got Bean:

Um, now we have his brother, Goose.

A) Johanna named him* and 2) He’s our foster cat. Animal rescue contacted Abby to see if we’d be interesting in housing Goose until he gets big enough to neuter, and for our trouble, they’ve offered to neuter Bean for free. Abby called Eric this time, because my husband loves a bargain and this is right up his alley. I seem to be the only person who thinks this is a terrible idea — well, not terrible, because Goosey is just as adorable as Bean and now I have a matched set — but because how in the world are we going to part with him when it’s time?

Am I the only one who sees the flaw in this plan? Apparently so. I’m trying my best not to get too attached.

That’s actually not as hard as you’d think it would be because Goose has had a rougher time that Bean in transitioning to life in the Walker household. Where Bean is out exploring, climbing and generally making himself known, Goose is hiding … under the couch, under the bed, under the hutch, behind the toilet. I have to bring his food to him in order to make sure he’s eating. He looks at us with these big blinking eyes and then scurries away.


It took me FOREVER to get this pic of Goose. He’d rather hide.

It’s kind of heartbreaking, actually. What were you up to for those 72 hours before you came to us, Goosey?

Oh, but when I can catch him, he is quite the snuggler … and it’s hilarious to watch the boys play together. They’re nearly identical, but it’s easy to tell them apart. Mostly because Goose is always hiding.

Pearl is not amused by any of this, but eh, she’ll come around. Or maybe she won’t. I’m not fussed. Back in the day, our old cat Madie was no fan of our new cat Skilly, and they never did become friends. And it was fine — somehow they managed to work around each other.

One more question: Now that cat rescue has our number, is this going to be our new gig? Fostering cats? Am I supposed to be learning the lesson of letting go? News flash, Life: I ALREADY AM. Abby leaves in a month. Although, upside, usually I get lessons in patience, so at least this is a change of pace. 😉

P.S. Abby’s birthday was yesterday — 18, whaaaaat? — so I’ll share details next week. I tell you what, I am getting very good at minimal, zero waste-ish parties all of a sudden.

*Yeah, my kids are really horrible at naming things.


3 thoughts on “When life gives you kittens part II

  1. Linda M says:

    Aaah! Those kitties are adorable…and you guys are doing an awesome thing giving them homes….be it permanent or temporary. But, I would also struggle with the letting go when it is time. I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason….so just go with the flow…it will all work out.
    We are “dog people” (although we also like cats). We currently have three…two inside pet and one outside pet. We live in a very rural area and frequently people “dump” dogs here…..I have come to believe that they either don’t care or know we will either provide a home for them or find them a good home. I sincerely hope it isn’t because they don’t care….sometimes the world can be so cruel. But the puppies/dogs that have become a part of our life or the others we have found homes for have been a blessing to us. So, I guess it happened for a reason.
    Happy belated birthday to your daughter! Hugs to her momma who is facing lots of mixed emotions about now! (This too shall pass!)


  2. jeannesutter says:

    I name cats after food. I’ve had Turkey, fostered Squash (who is now Cheeto), and have had Biscuit for 8(?) years. I’m guessing the next one may be Rooster or Cranberry or Gouda. Hang in there, Trisha! Change is usually a good thing!


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