When we were in college, my husband, Carter, stumbled upon three newborn kittens underneath a bush crying out for help during a rain-storm. Many people just passed them by (this was a busy part of campus), but Carter scooped them up and brought them home. Not knowing if they would survive without their mother, we went back to the area after the rain stopped and looked for their mom. She was nowhere to be found, but we did happen to find two more kittens! We brought them home, dried them off and started bottle feeding all five of them. The next day, we tried to take them to the local humane society - they told us they didn't have the time to take care of five newborn kittens, so we decided to take them back home and care for them ourselves. Summer was approaching (which meant moving back home) and my mom agreed to help foster them for a local no-kill shelter. Together we fostered them until they were old enough to be adopted out. Carter and I decided to adopt one kitten, but it was such a hard decision - we loved them all! We finally decided to adopt Brady - then after a couple weeks, we decided he needed a feline friend. We went back to the shelter and adopted Hobbes - the last kitten to be adopted out! It's funny how things work out...Brady and Hobbes have truly become members of our family. They greet us at the door, sleep next to us at night and sit/sleep on our laps whenever they get the chance. They enjoy sleeping in the sun, chasing shoestrings and laser pointers, pulling toliet paper off the roll and ripping it to shreds, and last but certainly not least, Greenies!!

Bridget
St. Louis, MO