I volunteer at an animal shelter once a week where I get to scoop poop, clean cages and be overwhelmed by furry, four-legged love. A while back I fostered two puppies (spawn of Satan) for the shelter and then more recently I fostered Tsing-Tsing for a week while his real foster mom was out of town. For the past two and a half months I have been caring for three sisters: Cotton, Candy and Charro.
After curing their three week bout of diarrhea, this has been pleasurable experience. Every morning while I wait for my coffee to brew, I get kitty biscuits from Cotton and let Candy run her motor in my lap. Charro gnaws on my hindquarters and we are a happy bunch. Sometimes, for a special treat, I sit with them after my shower while my hair is wet. You know, there is no greater treat for my kitties than to munch on some good, wet hair. Mmmm.
This is probably my last fostering experience. I have two very big cats coming in to my home in the not too distant future. One of them eats garbage. One does biscuits. And I hear they like wet hair…
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Anonymous
You keep talking about wet hair and it makes me think disgusting things and gives me the dirtiest visualizations. I am picturing kittens hovering around your special place and I am getting sick to my stomach. Please clarify. And if there’s a God in heaven, please don’t tell me that my visualizations are accurate!!!
Kate
no, ELLIE. i meant the hair on my HEAD.
Anonymous
Your sisters have dirty minds!
midimaster
Ellie, did you actually visualise kittens hovering around her “special place” I would assume that’s wonderboys job
midimaster
I think that hovering around her “special place” would be her partners job