Hello everyone! I hope all the excellent cats are doing well. I'm sorry I've been AWOL so long. It has been a busy few months with DD having school issues, house renovations, etc.
Since I last posted, I have officially become a Failed Foster. I made it to FC 3 and 4, but they both ended up becoming permanent residents.
FC3 gave us a pretty rough time to start with. She was a very traumatised ginger veteran mother who'd been dumped with a broken tail after having her final litter. She is ginormous and has an excellent death stare.
She warmed up to us quite easily, but she was very scared: of other cats, of people coming into the building through the front door, of loud noises. Being not a delicate little slip of a thing, her terrors usually manifested themselves by hissing and using the furniture as a toilet.
She had just about settled when we were asked to take FC4 for a very short stint until he got adopted. I was very dubious but was persuaded against my better judgement! He was at the time a 14-week old kitten.
After a week of separation (and initial outrage from FC3) they inexplicably became best of friends. The plan was for FC3 to be adopted somewhere more rural once she'd been rehabilitated and the rescue had expected FC4 to be snapped up. But every time any potential adopters came to meet him, he hid under the sofa and wouldn't come out! Which was plain weird, since he is a total little charmer with absolutely no loyalty at all, and usually makes up to everyone.
Eventually, I felt that they couldn't possibly be parted... So here we are!