"I won't get attached, I won't get attached, I won't get attached!" I repeated this mantra many times as I drove my new charges home that first day. Andora had bottle fed them and nursed them through a scare, and now they were ready to come and bunk in with us.

I'm a cat person- anyone will tell you that. I adore our dog, who loves me just fine in return as long as Chris is not around! We're suckers for a feline sob story- all of our 8 cats are rescues or strays who adopted us. The gravitation toward a personable rescue group was inevitable. Fostering, too, seemed logical when it became clear that our cats would eventually accept new cats in their midst, the occasional growl and hiss not withstanding!

And so it was that these babies, four adorable little girls with lean bodies, apple heads, and doe eyes came to stay with me. I knew perfectly well that they were destined to be adopted, and I tried to prepare myself for their departures. Cali, for example, was adopted before I even brought her home. I knew better then to bond with her! Oh, well- I tried! Their play is something to behold- a combination of clumsiness and grace- the Matrix meets the 3 Stooges! These lithe little girls remind us often of female wrestlers! They play with exuberance and joy! And these babies make a habit of climbing in my lap to go to sleep. They purr the moment I reach for them and even rise up of two feet to reach back! They rub their faces on my face and nibble the end of my nose before tucking up under my chin. I challenge anyone not to get attached!!

Cali and Lil' Sis,(left in photo above) beautiful little dilute Calicos, have been adopted. Spiter (right in photo above) and Bobbi (photo on right) are still with me and I dread the day when they too might leave! So if when we deliver a bundle of fur to your house I can't contain my tears, don't take it personally. All of our babies this summer have gone to AMAZING homes, and I'm just a first time foster Mom still learning how to gracefully let go!