How To Become a Cat Lady in Three Simple Steps

Our first five foster kittens, living in our bathroom. Photo: Sue Kerr

It took me a minute to place the sound that had broken my Saturday morning sleep. It sounded like the chains of Jacob Marley arriving too early, just like Christmas music on the radio tends to do.

I looked across the room to where our foster kitten, Spencer Cassadine, was indeed rattling his crate to be set free in the bedroom to play with his “friends", both of whom were tumbling across the bed using my feet as goal posts.

Bang, bang, bang.

I gave up and freed our little anti-social dude to join the fracas and tried to go back to sleep until the gnawing of my toes through the blankets destroyed any hope for peace.

Stefano DiMera (l) keeps watch over his brother, Spencer Cassadine in his crate. Photo: Sue Kerr

Such is the life of cat foster families. Spencer has been slow to warm up so he’s crated in a 4 foot vertical crate wedged between a dresser and the window. This near non-stop exposure to humans and other cats has worked. He’s figured out what we have to offer him and is slowly working his way towards first contact. With sheethed claws — very important distinction. He’s recently discovered the fun of burrowing under the bedcovers so there’s incremental progress.