Feral Kittens, Feral Children: Healing wounds from isolation

Steve brought home four foster kittens from the shelter this week. We enjoyed fostering kittens during the pandemic, so he decide to do it again. But then Steve took the train to work, and the kids left for their various activities. Unlike during the pandemic when everyone was home, I’m here alone, trying to juggling my various side gigs and hustles with four tiny needy kittens, who were taken from their momma too young. All day, these babies cry, scale my legs with their ice pick finger nails, and poop in forbidden zones. Thanks, Steve! 

This morning, I locked the kittens in the bathroom, so I could do a phone interview without interruption. I’m working on an article about how Kindergarten teachers and first grade teachers handled all the challenges in their classroom this year. I talked to teachers in Indiana, Florida, and Oregon this week. I lined up another slate of interviews for next week. This article is for an outlet that will focus on remedies, so let me share just some of the problems that I have heard so far.

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