My first foster cat, Coco, was an absolute delight who, in spite of being black and older, found a lovely new home in about a month. Perfect timing from a selfish point of view - long enough to have got to know her, but not so long that I'd really bonded with her. I was worried that I'd really struggle to let the foster cats go when the time came, but I could see that Coco's new home was perfect for her, and off she went.
So, with an empty pen, I got a call at the end of last week from the rescue about a cat that had been hanging around a hospital car park, and within an hour I had my second inmate - a tall, lanky black boy with the biggest, whitest teeth I've ever seen, kind of like a feline version of Rylan Clark. Took him to the vets on Monday (even the vet went 'woooooo' at his teeth) and found he was chipped! I also discovered he was male - up until then I'd thought he was a girl ...... ooops ...... new to this - never really had to look before ..... how embarrassing!

The owner has been found, and it turns out he's been missing for a few weeks and they're very pleased to have him back. Which is brilliant!

I'm very, very grateful that my introduction to 'proper' fostering has been so very positive. I'm sure things won't always be so easy, but I've no doubt that we made the right decision.
