Malcom had been at the shelter for THREE months in a tiny cage. He was one of Kim's favourites and despite my best efforts couldn't get him out any sooner. I think Malcom knew that something good was going to happen today. I snapped this picture of him right before he was put in the carrier to leave the shelter. Many thanks to Shannon for stepping up and helping him. (I think she'll be pleasantly surprised - he saw the cat "Bob" the vet clinic cat and was rubbing him happily) I think I gasped out loud when I saw the The World's Cutest Orange Kitten (TWCOK) in a cage. I couldn't resist taking him home as a new foster kitten for myself:Check out the ears on this little monkey! He looks like he could take flight! :)
I haven't figured out a name for him, but as usual, will default to "Cute Orange Guy." He's probably about 9 weeks old and I love him already. Here comes a heartbreak when he's adopted. :)
In all honesty, I feel badly about taking this cute kitten when there are so many not-so-cute cats that need help more. I don't know how to juggle this emotion sometimes. To ease my guilt, I made a phone call to a wonderful foster Mom while en route home. I thought that maybe if somebody else fosters him I wouldn't feel so guilty about taking such a cute kitten.
It's a tough balance for me with my own cats. I can't take a big adult cat like Malcom because my big white cat Ozzy will start to pee in the sinks again. *groan* If I stick with kittens and "teenagers" under 6 months of age, my house remains peaceful:Unfortunately, "Guilt" is part of the territory when you rescue as often as I do from the shelter. I'm always making choices and leaving somebody behind. I wasn't able to visit with Moe because the guilt was overwhelming and I felt like I let him down on Saturday.