In the comments section from our last post, DoodleBean alerted us to the brutal toll that parvo virus has taken this week on Kitten Mom's tribe of 14 kittens. Losing kittens that you've nurtured and watched grow is gut-wrenching, but for us it's always been one or two per litter. It's hard for me to imagine losing eight, especially watching them fade so quickly from healthy to gone. Please continue to support Jane, who's done a great job saving and rehabilitating the six surviving Kittenpalooza kittens and their Moms. I'm sure she'll continue to think about the ones who didn't make it, but all 14 would have died without her help, and the six who are hanging in there are what kitten fostering is all about.
At 50K, Margo is expecting 17 gentleman callers this weekend. Would you believe six gentleman callers? How about a pizza deliveryman and his dog?
(You're instantly elected to the 50K Culturati Hall of Fame if you're the first to identify the allusions to a play and a TV series in those lines.) Seriously, we've been collaborating with HT mucky-mucks to play matchmaker for Margo. Maybe she'll get lucky.
Down in the villa, we’re ticking down the days to Spay-Neuter-Thursday. After which assuming things go uneventfully TJ, George, and Jackie-O will recuperate with us for a day, then head out to their forever homes.
Lincoln and Minnie still have some schmoozing to do before they find homes, but they too may be visited by interested potential adopters this weekend. A lot of balls are in the air right now, and we'll be juggling for the next week. If we can send the Moochers and maybe even Margo on to greener pastures, there appears to be no shortage of Moms and imminent furballs waiting to take their places.
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