Oops I did it again

So, this is what I woke up to this morning. Not to mention finding Mist on a shelf in my closet after that.

So, I went to the shelter with Heather on Sunday morning (9am drives = bleeeh). She rescued Shaggy, and to say that I was a bit overwhelmed was an understatement. It wasn't really how I'd expected: I pictured wall to wall, floor to ceiling, crates with sad looking kitties...but for the most part everyone looked very clean and happy. There also weren't as many cats as I'd expected; each room is maybe 10 cages long, with cages on both sides. They aren't stacked atop one another, and they fill 3 rooms + a hallway. 1 room was filled with cats still waiting for their owners, and afterwards Heather told me that she hadn't taken me to see the ones with marked cages.

There were *a lot* of kittens. A lot of newborns and nursing moms, and afterwards Heather told me that she had deftly steered me away from there, as she saw the way I kept walking back and looking at them. The litter of 9 6week old kittens were so precious, but they told us they wouldn't break them up unless we could find homes for the rest...eventually Heather offered to choose for me, because there was no way that I could have. If it was left to me, I probably would have walked out of there in tears with 10 cats...of course taking newborns, and sick kittens, and crying about the ones I wasn't taking...and she eventually picked out some kittens that she thought could be adopted into new homes quickly. I remember picking out the first two, the vet tech asked me how many I wanted. I said "3...maybe four". 30 minutes later I had five.

3 of them were little feral kitties, and progress has been slow, although progress has been made. I've slept and taken naps in the room with them, and now little balls of fur will whir by me on their way to the window ledge. The other two are little grey tabbies, and while they were skittish and terrified at first (I have the scratches and the bite marks to prove it!), they are little angels now...I always find them sleeping beside me, or else one of them screams for attention. I had my step-mother and her son over today, and they were extremely social; they love chasing the mouse toy and going into your lap for affection.

I need to take pictures of them, and I'll try to tonight. Hopefully in the next few days I'll actually be able to get within 3 feet of the feral ones. Their distaste for the litter box however...not fun times.