well, it's been a month, and my wee furry friends have moved on to the rest of their lives....i wish them godspeed and as much love at their new destination as they received here....it is so very very hard to let them go that sometimes the grief leaves me breathless. But there are others that need the same, and so i go forward. Right before the kittens left, chance brought me face to face with the foster that's here now....a 7 year old long hair silver tabby named Jack....Jack was brought in to the humane society with a severely mauled front leg that was taken off soon after he got there. He has come to my house to learn how to use his new body and overcome what appears to be some depression. We've had him for a month now, and this last weekend, he hid under a rug and played for the first time. [= He now "asks" to play at least twice a day!! Hooooray!! He also acts as "1o minutes too early alarm clock" by walking up on my chest as I sleep and meowing in my face at exactly 10 minutes before my alarm goes off... silly boy. I think he's close to ready....here he is in all of his smiley glory. Whoever adopts him will get a wonderful wonderful cat.
addendum: He's adopted!! Someone with a blind kitty wanted a friend for her and decided Jack would be a wonderful match....congrats Jack on find the home "for the rest of your life!"