Today we bid farewell to three foster kittens. I named them, and I hope the animal shelter where they came from doesn't take away their names.
We called them the "criminal cats": Butch, Doc, and Sundance. All three are yellow/white mix. Sundance has very short hair. Butch and Doc look so much alike that only their faces are different colors. Someone left them on the doorstep of the shelter in a cardboard box when they were about six weeks old.
Ach! They're sitting here at my feet, oblivious to the abrupt turn their destiny is about to take!
But that's life for all of us. The difference between us and kittens is that we can reflect on fate, and they just roll with it. These "criminals" aren't going to like being caged, but hopefully they'll soon find homes where they will be loved even more than we loved them here.