At just about this time in 2009, a tiny little ball of fluff came to live with us through a local kitten foster program. He was afraid of everything from lightswitches to shower water, and he largely lived under our claw foot tub unless we had food or toys. For years, we spent most days trying to convince Angus to come out from under that tub and be our friend. And one day he finally did. The cat who started out as that scared ball of fluff suddenly became our best pal, waiting at the window, stealing your spot on the couch, and grinning from ear to ear when we had a stalk of cilantro or a can of tuna to crack for him. And then, this past week, we had to say goodbye. To say my heart is broken is an understatement, but while he’s left behind a giant gaping hole in my life, my life is all the richer for having shared it with him for six short years. It wasn't nearly enough, but I'm oh so glad we got to be a part of his for any time at all.
For almost five years I fostered cat-babies for the Ottawa Humane Society. We eventually had to stop because we adopted our sick cat Angus, but if we hadn't, I'm sure we would have continued with this program (and been at something ridiculous like 150 cats and counting).
Together, we've lived in 7 homes together in the last 10 years. Each one is unique, and I spent a lot of time over the years capturing the moments, the spaces, and the light (I always chose a home based on the light - let's be honest).