We have a bit of a strange menagerie at our home…most of whom have made a spot here for themselves without Brian or I even realizing it until it was too late. Or so we like to tell ourselves.
When we first moved in to our house, there was just the four of us – Me, Brian, littleb and Gizmo. Not long after we moved in, we decided to get involved with a local cat rescue organization, Tails High, through whom we fostered kitties in our home. We fostered a number of cats through Tails High, all of whom eventually found their forever homes…until Georgia.
Georgia was one of a litter of kittens that was born at Tails High. We fostered her and another little black kitten for a week or so and decided that we needed to adopt Georgia before the week was out. According to the ladies at Tails High, Georgia was a bit of a spitfire from the moment she was born – which included her being the first kitten they had ever seen explode out of her birth sac before her mom could even begin to assist. She has not lost a single bit of this sassiness and 2 years later, she is still almost as tiny as she was when we first brought her home.
She’s our aloof cat – a much bigger fan of Brian (or when she’s hungry, whomever is near the Kitchen) and prone to sleeping in the sun beam that hits the top of our cat climb bookcase.
Then, of course, we have The Count. Sterling was another one of our foster cats who was actually living with us when my parents came to visit in 2011. Sterling was found in a parking lot and was covered in grease and oil. As such, he had to have his beautiful tail shaved. Not something he likes to talk about these days. He also, due to a nasty infection, had to have all of his teeth removed 
(here is the original story about Sterl, before he came to our foster house). Luckily the no-teeth thing hasn’t slowed him down one bit…in fact it probably assists his gobbling action when it comes to food time.
We call Sterling ‘Poppy-Jack’s cat’. More than likely we never would have let him go back to Tails High…but it’s always easier to blame someone else for the addition to our animal house.
Basically what this all boils down to, is that we FAIL as foster parents. But happily so 
Last, but not least, we have Sir Digby. After Gizmo passed away, it was noticeably quiet in the house. The lack of a shorty puppy made for a huge hole in our barnyard and so we decided to start looking for a new addition. Thanks to some extra sluething by Mama Marr – we found Digby in VA Beach. We weren’t sure from the start how well he would get on with the cats, as he had never been around them before. Gizmo was always terrified of the cats and Sterling definitely used this to his advantage.
As of now, we have our good days and our bad, but mostly the zoo gets along okay. Digby is still pretty much convinced that all the toys in the house are his, Sterling is absolutely convinced that he still has all his teeth and Georgia…well Georgia just looks and acts like a bird.
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