Why I Shouldn't Rescue Kittens

I love cats very much, as I do all animals (maybe except for birds, they scare me) but I've learned the lesson that I'm just not cut out for rescuing them. I had extremely good intentions in the beginning. I found these abandoned kittens near my brother and sister-in-laws house and thought I would simply take them into the humane society. It seemed very simple at the time and since it was time for Claire to nap I thought I would play with them for a couple hours before I took them. This part was a lot of fun. I named them Minnie and Scooter and enjoyed watching the little guys play and explore.

Then I had the idea to put them on kijiji and after about a day I got some replies to my ad and arranged for one lady and her friend to come by. I was very hopeful that they would take both kittens but when they walked up to my porch I knew this wouldn't be happening because they were 13 years old. They loved the kittens very much. I asked them if their parents were ok with them having a kitten and they gave me a very unsure "ummmm.. yeah." Then I asked them where the kitten would be staying and they said they would be sharing it, so I said that if they were still interested they could come back with one of their parents later on. Needless to say, they did not come back. 
That afternoon I started to call around to shelters to see if they would have room for the kittens. I called 6 shelters and all of them were over capacity but pleaded with me not to take the kittens to the humane society as they would most definitely put them down. Seeing as though this was my only other plan I was open to suggestions when one lady asked me if I wouldn't mind fostering them for a couple of weeks, just until they had room for them. Forgetting that we were leaving on vacation in a week I agreed. The next day I brought the kittens into the shelter. They were vaccinated and dewormed and I started to get the impression that they were expecting me to foster these kittens for more than a couple of weeks. This was very apparent from the way they were talking, the number of cages filled with cats in every little nook and cranny and the amount of kitten food they gave me. I left  trying to feel positive but wondering what I had gotten myself into. 
After a couple days of feeling very stressed about the situation I called the shelter back and informed them that I could only foster the kittens until I left on vacation. They were less than impressed but said I could drop the kittens off whenever I needed to. At first I was so excited to have solved the problem but a second later was filled with guilt and sadness. I felt so bad to be bringing these helpless kittens to on an already overflowing shelter where they would most likely be stuck in cages instead of having a whole room to enjoy. I felt sad because even though I hadn't had them for long I was going to miss them. They are very nice kittens and it has been fun having them around. But even though it is with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes I still know that I need to bring them in. This is just one of those lose-lose situations that happen every so often in life. But just in case you are reading this and are thinking of getting a cat either now or sometime in the future maybe you will end up going to Craig Street Cats  and falling in love with my little Minnie or Scooter.