Short and sweet about me: I've been fostering cats since May 2008, shortly after my daughter was born. People know that I work with a rescue and tend to reach out to me to help animals in need. Probably more than I should, I take these poor souls in and give them a home until they get adopted. The creed in the Shoup House is that once a foster, always a foster. Sometimes, this is to our detriment. But I digress.
In December of 2010, a woman sent me an email about three kittens who were found living under a shed. She previously adopted one of my kittens and a friend of her dad's was trying to get the kittens in with a rescue. I read "kittens...outside...winter" and was a goner. I did play a little cool and requested shots and testing for all the cats.
I have had Garfield, Morris and Shadoe since a week before Christmas 2010. Garfield has been adopted, Shadoe may never be adopted, but this blog is about Morris. Hopefully, the readers of this blog will gain an appreciation for the plight of so many homeless animals and the rescues that work to give them quality lives. This is just one kitten's story, but it could apply to so many animals. Please enjoy.
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