For about a year now, I have been a foster parent with the Maryland SPCA in Baltimore. Since then, I’ve taken care of 20 kittens with a range of health concerns, from being underweight, to having infections, and some who need socialization. After they are deemed healthy and reach a minimum of 2.2 lbs to receive spay/neuter surgery, the kittens are put up for adoption in the shelter. A lot of the kittens that I, and other foster parents care for, were born feral, are a transfer from another Maryland animal shelter, or were surrendered by owner. Without the SPCA’s dedication to providing uncompromising care and nurturing foster homes to homeless animals, the kittens currently in my care would not have survived.
This series documents the lives of my foster kittens Pagoda and Pierogi, and I, and the experience of nurturing them until they are adoptable. My respect for shelter animals originated when I was 12 years old, after my mother and I went to the SPCA in Annapolis to look at cats. That day, I met and adopted my best friend: a 5 year-old orange and white tabby named Fletcher. He was my sidekick through it all, as well as, my most photographed subject when I was just learning photography. We were inseparable, till the end. Fletcher passed away in 2012 from lymphoma, and since then, I have turned my pain into something positive with fostering. Every kitten I foster is going to be someone’s best friend one day, just like Fletcher was mine. Providing that for someone out there means more than I could ever express; it is the greatest gift I could ever give to the world.