Clearly, we are obsessed with our kitty Magellan. I volunteer as a cat foster for the NY Animal Shelter, and have really enjoyed fostering kittens in the past. Last July, the shelter called me, desperately asking me to come in and take some new borns home with me until they were old enough to be adopted.
The scary fact is, kittens don't do so well in shelters. They're just too tiny and susceptible to kennel cough, fleas, and other nasty respiratory problems from the older and sick cats. Not only that, but new borns need round the clock care and handling to get them to a safe kitten age to be adopted.
Fosters will step in and take these cuddly creatures home and help socialize them, making them perfect pets to be adopted by a new family. I love it, because I get to take home lots of teeny tiny kittens and play with them all the time and then help make sure they get good homes after.
When the shelter called me in July, I really didn't think I would have the time to dedicate to young kittens, but they sounded dire on the phone so I went. It was dreadful. In the Spring and Summer months, the shelters are literally overrun with litters of kittens and puppies.
There was not a single empty cage left in the entire shelter. Kittens were piled 3 or more to a cage, with new boxes of kittens arriving waiting for a cage to open up. They had pretty much just finished putting down all the older cats, all the sick cats, and there wasn't even an ugly kitten in site. They really didn't want to start putting down the cute kittens, but there was just no space at all.
Their guilt trip definitely worked as they took me on a tour of the shelter to show me all the cute kittens stuffed in cages, soon being sent to their untimely deaths. Every meow sounded like a plea for their lives and I just couldn't bare the thought of an entire family of kittens being wiped out.