This is Why We Shouldn't Foster

I don't know why we even try.

They come into our home, and we expect them to stay for maybe a month tops, but they're so soft and cuddly, and their eyes get so big and watery when you try to give 'em up. And how can anyone resist such a charming little face?

So a month turns into three months, and three months turn into a year. And, once a year is past, what's the point in returning them?

BAM! Now your stuck with another cat/dog/ferret/rabbit/tarantula. Haha! Fooled you, stupid humans!

First came Sachi, a lovely little calico with a bad past and a broken leg. The little boy who brought her in said, "Sorry for not bringing her sooner, but everyone else in my house was drunk." Now, with a story like that, and huge, adorable, eyes like hers, who wouldn't adopt her?

So she stayed.

Then it was J.J, a long haired black cat with orange-yellow eyes. His kneecap was broken, and there's  no way to heal a wound like that on a cat. And gosh-darnit, aren't those the prettiest colored eyes you've ever seen?

So he stayed.

Our newest addition, two gerbils named Yin and Yang, ate each other's children. For territorial purposes, of course. But aren't they so small and cute and fluffy, and oh! Aren't those the cutest little paws?

So they stayed.

Now dad is fostering three, count 'em, three rats. The ladies don't have names...yet. And I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they weasel their way into our home.

I did meet them the other day, though.

...They're cute.

Awwww.

Can we keep him?