Today I did something that I swore I would never do. I had my husband take our cats' kittens to an animal shelter. We have been scrambling for months trying to get our house ready to adopt a sibling group. There has been so much work to do in addition to my brother's wedding, and then our basement getting flooded when a water main broke.

Well, I just felt that I couldn't keep the house clean with eleven kittens running around. I felt so guilty. We did try to give them away, we managed to give away two female kittens, but I felt like I had hit my limit and he dutifully took them.

Now I am feeling so guilty. I hear the meows as and feel the yearning to find their offspring. I know the poor cats are wanting to nurse. I have felt the ache for my children, I have felt the pressure of engorgement. How could I have done that to another creature? Especially when it is against my own core beliefs? I have always done what it takes to find homes for any kittens. Always. I know that it takes time. But time is something I do not feel that I have right now.

As I am constantly reminding my children you can make choices, and I made a choice. Now I have to live with it. I wonder if I could get them to drink some parsley tisane.