Well, the 8-week-old kitten that ran across four lanes of traffic in front of my car, that I then pulled out of a thorn bush, took home and gave a bath, with the intension of fostering since the local shelters were full, is now part of the family. I always knew if I tried to foster, I would be a foster fail. He gets along well with the dogs, well enough with the other cats, and keeps himself clean enough that he doesn’t trigger my husband’s allergies. He is playful, but still cuddles, and likes being a lap cat. He has now been fixed and microchipped, with our home address. He’s ours. Below is a recent picture, living his best life.