Well guys, it's official. I'm in love with another foster kitty. It sure doesn't take long, does it?
My little orange/white houseguest, Annie, is such a dollbaby. I can't understand how anybody could abandon her.
She hid under the bed the first day after I had her spayed, but now she runs up and meows as soon as I come in her room and she LOVES having being petted. If I stop before before she's had enough, she shoves her head back into my hand.
She's not quite sure about being picked up yet, but we're getting there. Annie has been playing footsies under the door with Peter and Claire, so I may start letting her out for some closely supervised playtime in the next few days. She's a keeper, that's for sure. Can't be me, though. Hopefully, somebody falls in love with Annie soon, before I get in any deeper.