I’ve been on the lookout for some time now for kittens at any of the local rescues. I spotted a pair this morning, and whelp, that ball is rolling. Not for us to be handed kittens, not yet — there are hoops to be jumped through to prove that we’re a good home and a good fit. We’ve made it through the first hoop, and have our virtual home visit tomorrow night. I’m trying to not get my hopes up, but the whole process has me feeling a mess of Feels™®.
Past that, just trying to take it easy and convalesce. And keep an eye on Z; it’s hitting him in the breathing. He isn’t worried though, based on his own experiences of lifelong hay fever and asthma factors. I made a point to express this morning that of course I am concerned, but that I am not going to flitter around him stressing us both out. He agreed that was the best approach.
Right, got a smaller one to chivvy up to bed, some laundry to put up, etc. Life, innit.