We've have been foster parents for a kitty these past few weeks and it looks like the "adoption" will be permanent. So... meet the newest member of our family... Victoria (her name came with her).
It all started with a family from church asking my husband if we would be willing to adopt a kitty. They had taken in a cat but it was not working out at all. The poor little girl kitty was being smacked around by the (male) cats they already owned and she spent her days hiding from them.
Hmmm... I wasn't quite ready emotionally for another cat so I said "not at this time". Anyway, I wanted to pick out a kitty... hopefully a long haired tiger striped type kitty.
However, they called during the week asking if we would temporarily take her while they were on vacation for a couple of weeks. They feared for her safety, and... if it worked out... she could stay with us.
So, I said yes. Hubby didn't let the dust settle below his feet as he ran out to the shed to clean the kitty carrier and leave for our friend's house.
He arrived home a couple of hours later, opened the kitty carrier door, and out came...
Victoria... the sweetest long haired tiger striped kitty you would ever want to meet. Is that a "God thing" or is that a "God thing"... exactly the kind of kitty I wanted... and a kitty that needed lots of love and a good home.
All three of us are smitten.