We agreed, but the fostering process turned out to be a disaster for us.  After bottle feeding those little babies, stroking their throats to make them swallow, teaching them how to go to the bathroom,  and generally, being their "mommies" - we fell deeply in love and couldn't give them back. 


And that's where the problems began.  Because they were fosters, we kept them separate from the other three cats for four months.  And though my old girl (Mitzie) likes them as well was she likes the other two girls, the two teenagers have never integrated the babies or accepted them although it's been years! 




So, during the day, "the babies" as we call them, live in the downstairs portion of our house, and "the three girls" live upstairs. At night however, we leave the doors open, close our bedroom doors, and let the wild rumpus begin!



One morning, I found the two babies trapped on top a dresser in my sewing room, with the teenagers staring them down from a sewing table across.  I scolded the teenagers, rescued the babies and didn't think much more of it, until I went to sew the binding on my quilt, which was sitting on top of that dresser.

It's full of pee!

Needless to say, I won't be working with THAT quilt today. 

So, I'm going to pull out another WIP and quilt that, and will have another quilt to show you later on today for my Wednesday WIP.  *le sigh*

My apologies, and stay tuned...