Today I become a foster mother . . .

to a furry feline. For a week, the animal shelter is entrusting a cat to my care as she recovers from surgery. Then she goes back to the shelter to be put up for adoption. Or if I become attached, I can steal her.

I’m a nervous mother and just realized I’m not at all prepared. So, after work, I’ll be hitting the store for food, litter, toys, and treats before I pick up Angel. Let’s hope the name is not ironic.

Hopes for the week:

that Angel can offer a new perspective on this week’s American Idol performances

she will whip up a nice salmon dinner for us

she will go willingly into the carrier when I return her next week and that I will not have to wrestle her to the ground with a blanket

Keep your paws crossed.

Advertisements

One thought on “Today I become a foster mother . . .

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s