Good meowning! Or caternoon, or evemewning, depending on where you are and what your sleep/wake schedule feels like.
Since May of last year, my spouse and I have been the proud foster parents of over two dozen cats and kittens, all through a wonderful local no-kill org by the name of Stray Cat Alliance, which does direct rescue as well as advocacy work. In that time, we’ve learned quite a bit as well as have taken hundreds (no exaggeration) of photos and dozens of videos of our little feline friends. I have been regularly posting many of these to Instagram and Facebook.
Thanks to fosters ranging from our longest-term adult, Duchess, to the tiny four-week-old black kittens we just took in a few days ago, we have a lot to show and say about taking care of animals of the lion-like persuasion.
That is why I am dedicating Friday to my foster felines. From next Friday onward, look for a cute but also informative post about kitties.
The awesome Marianne of xoJane put out a call for women of color to write for their weekend edition, and I answered. One of Ingrid and Greta‘s three cats, Houdini, makes a special appearance.
I can personally attest to the success of respecting animals. Last spring, I stayed with some friends of mine. As soon as I entered their house, two of their three cats were all over me begging for playtime and attention, but I hardly caught even a glimpse of the third.
When she peeked in at us with curiosity, I resisted the temptation to chase or pester her by reminding myself that I was in her territory and probably smelled weird to her. The second evening I was there, I got out of the bathroom only to find her standing in front of me. I lowered myself to the ground, maintaining distance, and slowly stretched my hand out to her in greeting.
What happened with Houdini and me? You can check out more of my thoughts on animal consent to find out.