"Cat Lady"

I am beginning to question not my love for my sister, but my sister's love for me.

My "loving" sister who is an unabashed animal lover (with five ankle-biting yappers of her own) and who happens to be the Executive Coordinator of Southern Oregon Humane Society, is slowly but surely turning me into the quintessential "Cat Lady." Yikes! 

A couple of years ago I innocently stopped by SOHS to say "Hi" and she convinced me (did I mention she is an excellent saleswomen?) to adopt a little black and white kitten with a tail that is about half the "normal" length.

A year later -- same thing.  Only this time it was a tangerine and white kitten who fit in the palm of my hand.  (Did I mention you can't say "no" to my sister?)

Well, a few months or so ago a little gray and white kitten was hanging around outside.  She was sooo little and sooo cute and looked hungry.  In the land of the-survival-of-the-fittest-of-the-feral I didn't think she had much of a chance against the bigger cats so I put out some food for her.  (Did I mention I am a softy?)  Soon she got bigger and of course, pregnant.  Well!  I couldn't let a mother-to-be starve could I?  Although she came close enough to sniff my hand she shrank from allowing me to pet her.  A couple of weeks ago she came out sleek and trim.  I thought, "Oh, she had her babies."  But then I noticed she didn't have any milk and I figured she lost them, being so young.  I don't know the cause but she started to look sick and I saw her under my car shivering, drooling and with matted fur.

So of course I emailed my sister for advice.  BIG mistake.

Anyway, I kept putting food out for the little kitten but added some of my very spoiled cat's canned food. This week she is looking healthier and I think she is going to make it.

Because of my big mouth, yesterday my sister emailed me with a request.  Would I be willing to foster a mama and her babies for a short while?  Because the Southern Oregon Humane Society doesn't practice  euthanasia, they would have to turn them away and then who knows what would become of them.  (Did I mention my sister is a softie, too?)

Well, how can I say no?  I'll only be the "Cat Lady" for a few weeks.  Hopefully.

If my sister really loves me, anyway.