Getting it Wrong
It seems no matter how hard I try to make the right decision - no matter how long I take to ponder and weigh and question - I still get it wrong. Still grieving from the loss of Cody to coyotes, I decided to foster a mama and her six kittens from the Lenawee Humane Society, with the option of choosing my favorite kitten for adoption. It was a hard choice because all the kittens were good ones, people friendly and healthy, but I finally decided on the little black and white cow cat. When I returned the kittens just before Christmas, I kept her. When she was ten weeks, I was required to return her to the shelter for spaying. But she was still a question in my mind. She liked to climb the furniture and my legs with all four sets of claws. Me, well, I would eventually heal, but the furniture! I had worked so hard to earn the money for new furniture because our old furniture, besides being out of date, was clawed up by previous cats, especially Musi who insisted on being an indoor cat
