A couple of days after we said goodbye to our precious Kibblesmiths, I dropped by the shelter to see if there might be some babies in need of a place. I bumped into Ruth on my way in, and she said "You're in luck!"
She told me about a set of six that had just arrived, and said I could have three, four, or as many as I would like.
I committed to four, and headed back to the foster room to meet the kittens and make my selection. I had never been in the position to pick before. Uusually, I just get the call and take home the assigned kittens. I never give it much thought, I just assume whatever kittens await, were meant to be ours.
The kittens were in two carriers, and I peeked into both and after much pondering of all this adorableness, I made a list of the four I would be taking home and left it on Ruth's desk.
Before I could bring the kittens home, I had to get their quarters set up and run a couple of errands. My plan was to return at the end of the day and pick up them up shortly before the shelter closed.
And when I returned, I filled my carrier with all six.
If you were in my position to pick, could you leave any of these beauties behind?
I didn't think so.
So here we have the final Von Tussle.
Please say hello to Miss Claudette.