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She is my fourth foster and second kitten, and I said to the foster coordinator a couple of weeks ago that the next one "has to be a grownup"! This one has about worn out my patience, although I discovered I don't have to yell at her. I learned with my last one that saying "hey hey" in just a slightly raised voice would stop her in her tracks, and I started that with this one as soon as she was old enough to start exploring. It's just hard giving them back, but they all get adopted.

I'm already looking at two with medical needs, and probably going to bring home a sweet girl who has horrible nasal polyps and keep her until she has surgery. She sounds terrible but she's lovely. She's black, and unfortunately her name is Midnight (ick), but I usually call her either Medianoche or Snuffleupagus.