Amidst all the stress and sadness this week, there were some bright spots. The foster kittens are now 7 weeks old and getting cuter and more active by the day. They run, jump, and chase each other all over their room while Misty sits and watches. She has just about weaned them and I've actually not seen them nursing for at least two weeks. They are little chow hounds and heartily eat their kitten chow, but they do use up a lot of energy. They love jingle balls and knock them all over the floor. The bigger cats in the next room sit atop the tote in which I keep their food and look through the door to watch the kittens play. They seem facinated by the little ones though I'm sure they have no recollection of ever being that small.
This will probably be my last week with Misty and the kittens, though I'm not sure how this is all going to work. I'm a bit concerned that the plan for getting them back to Columbus for adoption won't play out...but at the same time, I'm concerned that it will. I was determined to not fall in love with these babies and their mama, but how could anybody look at those little faces and not love them?