Saddest News Ever

Our Baby, Pinky (the gray and white on the left, shown in a baby picture with his brother, Charlie) passed away early this morning at home.

We found out on Tuesday that he had FIP, an infection that has no cure. You can read more about it here: click for article

He was only 13 months old, and we are devastated to lose this kitty that we hoped would be in our family for many years.

When he was a baby, he followed us around everywhere, and was in the middle of every activity, especially in the kitchen... Every time either one of us leave the bathroom after taking a shower, there's Pinky standing guard outside the door, making sure we "made it" through all that horrible water. Whenever Joe came home, Pinky always ran to meet him.

OH - and he fetched! When he was a really little guy he taught us to throw the little plastic thingy that comes off a gallon of milk for him, and he'd always did this funny little prance, so proud, when he'd return with it.

Tomorrow we bring Myrtle, the new kitten, in to be tested for FIP. Let you know the results on Monday.

Two batches is all we could handle this year!

It looks like we're done fostering kittens this summer after only two batches. We just can't take the pooping on the carpet anymore!

Last year, the kittens all came knowing how to use the box. It's innate for them. You put them in the box when they first arrive, they dig around a little, and instinctively return to it to leave little presents in a variety of forms. But that was last year....

(Pictured above is pumpkin poop.)

This year, as you have read, it's been a whole different story and when it was time to bring these last two kittens in for weighing (we knew they'd be up to weight and ready to go), we decided not to take any more for now.

I'll miss the time with the kittens as they come around from shy little ones to rambunctious healthy bigger ones.

But I'm not gonna miss all the poop!