On Monday I took the kitten adoption posters to the vet's office. I had put it off as long as I could, then I realized if I was going to get there before the office closed, I'd better go. I'm sure my fellow cat and kitten lovers understand my hesitation. It's a big step for the kittens, for their mama, and for me. I placed posters in a few other places as well.
As much as I love those little stinkers, I've been slowly pulling away from them. Sometimes it's been unintentional, but other times I've deliberately shortened my visits to their playroom. When I look into those innocent trusting little faces, I can't help but wonder what their futures will hold. My over-protective crazy cat lady genes cause me to think no one can care for them as well as I can. That's surely not true, but it's how I feel at this moment.
So now it's a waiting game. I hate waiting. If this has to be, then I just want to get on with it so my heart can heal and I can be emotionally available to help the next ones in need.