The foster room is no longer as empty as it was last week. It looks empty because the newest resident found the hiding spot underneath the white upholstered chair. I know she's been out and about... food has been eaten, toys played with, litter box used. But she's not interested in making your acquaintance just yet.
Good thing I already have pictures of her from before she moved in...
Do you remember this face?
Perhaps if you saw this photo of her with her son?
It's Mama Mae!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, All-the-Way Mae (mama to our All Star kittens) is the newest resident of my front foster room. It seems she's not so feral after all. After moving into the kitten catcher's colony, she has become friendlier and friendlier. She not only demands attention, but insists upon affection. She started allowing herself to be petted and then held. So during Halloween week, a week that isn't exceptionally safe for all black cats who live outside so close to Detroit-proper, the kitten catcher just picked her up and brought her inside.
She's been vetted, tested (double negative---YAY!), vaccinated, and loved. She's here until we find the most amazing, very special home for her. More on that later. For now, I'll settle for her being held without trembling. It's coming. I can feel it.
Maybe tomorrow she'll let me photograph her instead of using old pictures from the colony.