I fostered Claude in 2006 and she really tested all the experiences I had as a fosterer. She came from North London from a charity I helped there sometimes. A petrified feral who was also heavily pregnant. She just needed somewhere to be to have her kittens. I could never touch Claude or get close to her but I did my best to reassure her and be there for her.
She went into labour late one Saturday night and by the morning it was obvious something was wrong as she'd not had any kittens. I took her to an emergency vet where my worst fears were confirmed. As she was only a kitten herself (five months old) her body wasn't ready to have kittens and they'd got stuck trying to come out. Sadly three kittens were still born but a fourth lived. I named the kitten Maggie and she struggled through for two weeks before passing away quietly.
I feel like I owe it to Maggie to write about her, she's the kitten that has affected me more than no other that I've fostered. Most kittens I am lucky and they pull through but it wasn't meant to be for her and I still blame myself now.
Claude was spayed and returned to her feral colony. I always take comfort it that Claude won't have to go through it all again and also if she'd not been in my care, she would have probably died herself.
These three I fostered in 2005, three single kittens which went to live together in their new home. I picked up Ed (black male) and Ellie (tabby girl) from another foster carer who'd looked after them up to about four weeks. Ed's mum died and Ellie was found in a shed and they were paired up. I was then given a single kitten Kitty (tabby and white girl) and these three just hit it off.At the time I lived in a different much smaller house and back then I only had three cats so I let the kittens have the run of the house except for shutting them in a room overnight and when i wasn't there. So this meant they just ran wild pretty much in my house so this would have been taken in a rare moment of calm. And here's some pictures of their cuteness.
