Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Welcome Wednesday

Welcome to my new adventure in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town!   The name Whiskers in the Window represents the first view that my foster kitties have in my home... the front window of our new house in the northeast Detroit suburbs.   This gorgeous girl is Penny, my first "official" foster.

My name is Kelly.  I have been an Air Force wife for nearly 17 years.  During that time, we've lived in Texas, Idaho, Germany, Ohio, and Michigan.  We've been in hotel rooms, apartments, duplexes, townhouses, and stand-alone homes... in the city, in the country, in the woods.   Our animals have lived in every one of these places with us.

To truly understand me, what I'm doing, and where I'm going, I feel you need to meet a couple very special creatures first...

Einstein Marie... queen of the heating pad, ruler of all she surveyed, my first pet as an adult.  I met her before I met my husband.  I adopted her out of a cardboard box in front of a Glen's Food Market in northern Michigan.  One of my 7th grade students had been left there by her father with instructions to get rid of the kittens before she could come home.  I left with the scrawniest runt and ended up with the queen.  Stein was an absolute dictator who ruled with an iron paw.  She had a deep yowl that could strike fear into the most experienced veterinarian.  She also purred whenever you even thought about looking at her and never, ever raised a claw to one of my kids (even when they deserved it).  She slept in the crook of my knees for 17 years.  It's been just a touch over a year and a half since she left us and I'm still waiting for a full night sleep.


Grizzly Bear... the light of our lives, the dog that my husband came home begging for with a child-like "Can we keep him?" during our first few months of marriage, my first dog ever.  Afraid of men with facial hair and anyone wearing boots (You can imagine that our attempt to introduce him to Santa our first Christmas together didn't go over well), Grizzly also feared riding in the car... and yet he was my protector.  Griz slept across my bedroom doorway almost every night for 15 years.  He helped raise my children.  You have never seen a dog more panicked than when his first baby cried, or a dog more joyful than when that first baby got off the school bus in the afternoons.  Bone cancer robbed me of my boy just over two years ago.  There's a special place in hell for cancer.

Sometime between Grizzly's passing and Einstein's just a few months later, we learned that we would be making yet another military move.  House selling time is no time for new pets, so I spent countless hours looking at rescue pets on the internet and wishing that I could bring them all home.   If there was a touch of gray on their faces, I wanted them even more.  It was during my time of grief that I discovered the Itty Bitty Kitty Committee, Pitter Pats of Baby Cats, and Love & Hisses... and my new dream of fostering was born.  Now that we're settled and I've nagged my husband into agreement, the foster room is open for business.  I'm hoping for kittens because I'm pretty sure that I could never give the seniors away.

There currently are no teeny tinys in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town (T4!), but we have an assortment of permanent residents and fosters who are excited to meet you.  Starting tomorrow....


  1. Loved your story of your first two babies. Can't wait to meet the others.

  2. Yay! So glad to see you up and running!! :)

  3. Great start to the blog - looking forward to reading more!

  4. I am a fan of the three blogs you mentioned (especially Love and Hisses - Robyn's humor is the best). Your Einstein Marie is sooo much like my beloved Kitter Kat (aka Kitters). I had her 17 wonderful years and she slept with her cheek against mine every night. She passed in 2003 and and still miss her dearly.

    I know I would be a foster failure (as in keeping every foster that comes my way) so I know I could not do it now. But I know that when I get older I will. I see so many people who pass or go into nursing homes lose their beloved pet and they often end up at kill shelters. The thought of that - well, I just can't handle it. So I know that as I age, I will switch to fostering so that I can help all those in need and never have to worry about my own. I hope I have written this to where it makes sense.

    I am so happy for you and I will be returning to read your blog. Best wishes and my your fosters always thrive and find fabulous furever homes!


  5. Welcome to the blogosphere..... we foster too and you will be amazed at the size of your heart and the things you learn. :) We know the city of Detroit can use all the help they can get and we are proud you are stepping up. Thanks for the intro and letting us meet your angels.

  6. Great stuff Kelly, well done! My only criticism is that maybe you should make the other blogs "clickable links". I am excited to meet everyone.

    1. Fixed! Thank you for the suggestion. One more blogging skill learned ;-)

  7. You know what they say, be careful what you wish for.. but in the case of being over run by kittens, I have yet to find the downside :)

    Welcome to the blogosphere! Can't wait till you get kittens!

  8. Yay Kelly! So glad you're here and up and running. Your stories about your two babies brought a tear to my eye. I can tell you're going to be an excellent addition to the fostering world!!

  9. HOORAY! So happy you're up & running.

    Einstein & Grizz sound awesome.

    As sad as it is when our best pals pass, I'm always super grateful for the time I had with them and believe they are moving on to make room, so that we can share our love with another who needs it.

    Looking forward to Normie's post!

  10. Hello Kelly! I found you through Love and Hisses, where I'm not a frequent commentor though a regular visitor. What a lovely, touching first post! I look forward to your further adventures in T4!