30/08/2026
🧡🐾 CONFESSIONS OF A CAT FOSTERER 🐾🧡
CONFESSION #1: I AM NOT GETTING ATTACHED… 👀
Ever wondered what it’s REALLY like to foster kittens?
Welcome to my morning… 😂
🧡 7:00am
I approach the door with some trepidation.
What am I going to be faced with this morning?
I slowly open it and a sea of black and white pushes past me and out into the hall.
Quick assessment of the crime scene…
Food bowl still upright. ✅
None of my wallpaper on the floor. ✅
Nothing floating in the water bowl. ✅
It’s a good day. We’re practically running a five-star establishment. 😂
I open the food box and two of them come running back in at full pelt, purring away.
Oh God, I love you guys.
NO.
Absolutely not.
They are tiny, furry criminals with excellent marketing.
You are NOT getting attached. 👀😂
🧡 7:20am
I need to get dressed.
Four kittens are positioned outside my bedroom door, poised and ready to cause mass destruction the second it opens.
They look innocent.
This is a trap.
I make a tactical decision.
If I let them into the bedroom, at least I might be able to get into the bathroom…
alone.
This is what we call optimism.
Before the bedroom door is even fully open, they’re on the bed, on the windowsill and attempting to get into the wardrobe.
One is investigating the curtains. Another is inspecting the floor as if it’s hiding state secrets.
Excellent decision. 🤦♀️
I remind myself that I am not getting attached.
I am simply supervising.
Very closely.
From behind a kitten-proofing strategy that has already failed.
🧡 7:45am
Time to get everyone back into their room.
I call them.
They ALL come running!
Oh, look at them. They’re so good. And so cute. 🥹
This feeling lasts approximately three seconds.
Bluey realises what’s happening, performs an emergency U-turn and makes a bid for freedom.
She doesn’t run so much as launch herself into the hallway with the confidence of someone who has never once paid rent.
I catch her in the hall.
She looks up at me with those enormous eyes.
I kiss her little head.
Oh God, I love you.
NO.
WE’VE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS.
This is fostering.
Not adopting.
Not emotionally bonding.
Not staring into someone’s eyes while whispering, “You’re my baby.”
Back into the kitten room she goes.
Except I now have to do it on my hands and knees because the other three are waiting at the door for their opportunity to escape. 😂
I am not getting attached.
I am merely crawling across the floor to retrieve one specific small fugitive while guarding the exit from three accomplices.
🧡 8:00am
I’ve made it out of the house.
I’m reversing off the drive to go to work when I look towards the window.
Four little black-and-white faces are sitting on the windowsill watching me leave with their huge eyes. 🥹
They look like a tiny, fluffy jury judging me for abandoning them.
And for just a second I think…
Maybe getting attached wouldn’t be so bad.
NOPE.
That is exactly how it starts.
First, you kiss one little head.
Then you give them nicknames.
Then you’re rearranging your entire life around their nap schedule.
Off to work. 😂🧡
🐾 END OF CONFESSION #1
Tomorrow…
It’s Saturday.
The food shopping is arriving.
The kittens are loose.
And I’ve completely lost control of my house.
I am, of course, not getting attached.
I am simply allowing four tiny black-and-white supervisors to manage my domestic life.
What could possibly go wrong? 👀😂
🧡🐾 TO BE CONTINUED… 🐾🧡
