This is one only other rescuers/fosterers will understand.
Tonight while wandering up the ailses in Tescos, I was flagged down by a young couple. They knew me very well... I didn't have a clue who they were.
A full five minutes of me being polite and saying yes and no, I figure they must have taken one of my kittens.
Eventually it dawns on them I don't quite remember them or the kitten they had from me.
They say to me... "You must remember Sparkie. He was one of the two black kittens you had up for rehoming".