My first foster cat came to me in 1995, right after Gregory and Simon came into my life. He was part of the herd that would follow the sound of my jingling keys knowing it meant it was time to eat. He was a little fluffy black cat, less than a year old, with a terribly hurt tail. He wouldn't let me touch him, so I had to ambush him one day while he was eating. I brought him to the vet and his paralyzed tail was amputated. He was also fixed and vaccinated. We kept him inside while he healed, but he was a terror. He would look up with the biggest cutest eyes as though he wanted to be loved, but as soon as we came near, he would attack our ankles. The entire time I had him, I had to wear boots around my apartment so he wouldn't scratch and bite me. We named him Satan Kitty. Somehow, my roommate at the time managed to find a home for him. He went to live with a woman and her 12 cats on a big farm. She named him Devil Cat. [I don't have any photos of Satan Kitty]

Oliver was found drinking water out of a puddle in a car dealership parking lot in 1997. He was about six months old. He was a little nervous, but was able to be caught in about 30 minutes. He was a super hyper cat. He would run around my apartment playing like a maniac. My four other cats would just watch him from high places not knowing what to do. Oliver was having a great time but the rest of the crew was not happy. The Humane Society, Austin's no-kill shelter, was willing to take him. He was adopted within a day.

The kittens that came with my house...Working on it...

Ozzie...Working on it...

Midget...Working on it...

The Liberated Kittens: I received a call one day from Chako Rescue about fostering a litter of four kittens. The problem was, they had to be stolen back from the original foster parent who was refusing to return them. The kittens were from Town Lake Animal Center, our local kill shelter, and therefore, all adoptions needed to be conducted according to their guidelines. The foster parent had taken it upon herself to give the kittens away to total strangers because "they loved them so much." She had also stopped giving them antibiotics for their upper respiratory infection because "they didn't like it." The rescue group tried to get her to return the kittens but she refused and stopped answering their calls. So my friend and I called her up, claiming that we wanted to adopt one or two of the kittens and asked if we could come by and see them. After grilling us for a while about where we got her number, she was finally convinced we were safe and invited us over. We walked into her apartment, grabbed the kittens (only three of the were still there), and walked out.

They were very congested at that point, the little siamese kitten could barely breath, but after receiving their antibiotics for a week, they were as good as new. All were adopted quickly and are in good loving homes. The foster parent left many threatening phone messages for the rescue group accusing them of not caring about the kittens, and many other insane comments. The fourth kitten was never returned. [Photos to be added at some point, hopefully soon].