Writing with cats, right?
I foster cats for a high kill (public intake, no choice, therefore, please don’t bash my shelter in the comments) shelter in Philadelphia. I LOVE what I do. I LOVE it. I have never felt more fulfilled as a human being as when I foster. Seriously. You all should consider fostering for your local rescue/shelter. It’s bundles of fun.
Today, I brought home a cat and her kittens. They were on bite hold because the cat’s former owner tried to handle the kittens right after birth and mom cat wasn’t such a fan. The shelter had no space for them, so I took them home (frees up a cage, and they were destined for euthanasia, and I’m kinda known for taking bite cases and behavior issue cats).
They’re in my air-conditioned spare room that’s super sunny, and where I intend on writing a lot this week during the heat wave. So, this week, I’m writing with Brigette (mom cat), Henrietta (white and tabby girl), and Georgiana (dark tabby girl). I named them. You don’t even want to know what their names were before.
Meet my writing companions this week!