I got an email from the shelter saying they had a kitten who needed a foster mom. A whole litter got caught in the flooding these past few days and they had washed up in a man’s back yard. Only one was alive. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a foster kitten, and I was thrilled to be able to accept the job. The little guy spent the night at the shelter sleeping and nursing from a “borrowed” mommy. On the drive over this morning I was thinking of naming him “Noah” but when I got there to pick him up they had already named him.