Life of a former foster kitten

Still nothing

Foster Daddy keeps taking me to the adoption shows but no one takes me home with them (except FD of course). I'm getting big. I'm no longer a little kitten. I'm about as big as Lena now. This is bad. People want little cute kittens and I'm a big cute kitten. Maybe that's good. If I can't get adopted, I'll stay here! Life is good for me. I get attention and love and toys. OK one of my toys is Lena, but it's all in fun. Hey! I'm still young and active. Lena says I'm almost as old as she was when Daddy adopted her. Like that's true. I'm going to stay young forever!