Yes, I said three beginnings.
The Glitter who first stole my heart refused to love our dog or even to acknowledge his right to coexist in our home. She hissed, spit and charged at him even when he was cowering three floors away from her kittens and quaking in his doggie boots.
Yesterday, I scrunched down to pet her goodbye in her cage at the shelter. She purred and pushed her face into my hand while my eyes hurt from holding in tears. She seemed to enjoy the moment of peace away from her rowdy babies.
It may take a few weeks to get her a home, the staff told me, but they are confident she will find a place to finally call her own.
We had originally thought to keep Ash and Sissy and let Jack get adopted by another family along with (or separate from) his mom. It was agonizing to choose, but Jack had never seemed much attached to us so I hoped it would be easiest to let him find new people.
Then the shelter lady said a snide ‘of course’ when I told her that we would bring back the black cat.
I knew black cats lingered in shelters, and her words sat with me until I had to call her back to ask for more information.
She said they have over ten black kittens. People too often adopt those little ones last and our Jack might sit at the shelter for two months before getting a home.
None of the humans in our house could handle that.
This is how I came to have three kittens racing at my feet when I originally intended to keep the mama cat and Ash.
As soon as we got home, Jack snuggled into my lap for the first time and purred the best purr I’ve heard in a good long while.
Life is indeed what happens to me when I am making other plans.
May you have the courage to face your own life as it comes at you-
Note: This officially ends the foster series since we’ve adopted the three amigos. You may, however, still see cat tales here now and again. They are still running around my writing office every morning.