In this "Southern Voices" installment, read how fostering cats taught the writer unexpected lessons in patience, healing, and hope. Through quiet moments, tough goodbyes, and tiny paws, she discovers that love (and growth) often show up in the most surprising ways. Image: Brianna Goebel
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Growing up, I never really thought of myself as an animal person. Not because I didn’t like animals — they just weren’t something I’d ever been around much. So, when I moved into my first apartment after college, like so many young adults trying to maneuver through life, I impulsively decided to adopt a cat.
Her name was Ophelia, and she was perfect. I, on the other hand, was a broke, overwhelmed 20-something just trying to figure out how to be a person (let alone a pet parent).
It didn’t take long for me to understand exactly what people mean when they say, “Pets are a huge responsibility.” As much as I loved Ophelia, I wasn’t in the right place to give her the life she deserved. Rehoming her shattered my heart, but at the time, it felt like the most loving thing I could do.
What I didn’t know then was that Ophelia was just the beginning. She ended up being the catalyst for something so much bigger.
PinMeet Ophelia (or, as I liked to call her, “Ophie”), the first little creature who cracked my heart wide open. Image: Brianna Goebel
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A few years later, while I wasn’t quite ready to be a full-time cat mom again, I still wanted something soft and small to care for. That’s when I stumbled into the world of fostering — equal parts heartwarming and emotionally destabilizing.
I signed up with the Nashville Humane Association, and within days, I had my first foster. Fast-forward about a year and eight fosters later, and my little home has been full of more lessons (and love) than I ever expected. Here are just a few things Drake, Berry, Biscotti, Wonton, Scarlett, Eyebrow, Scoots, and Kingsley have taught me.
Trust takes time (and treats).
I can’t imagine what it feels like to be dropped into a strange place when you’re scared and vulnerable. Most of my fosters don’t burst out exploring the moment they arrive in my home. It usually takes a few days (sometimes weeks) before they peek out from under my couch.
And I get it. New surroundings are scary, and honestly, pretty anxiety-inducing. I’ve hidden under metaphorical couches myself, so I’ve learned to slow down, let go of my need to rush, and just give my fosters space. Yes, I crave the snuggles and the rhythmic biscuit-making paws, but those come when they’re ready.
PinMy current foster cat, Kingsley, took his sweet time warming up to me. And, as you can see, I’m definitely not above a little strategic bribery. Image: Brianna Goebel
In those early days, you’ll usually find me on the floor, cross-legged, and whispering softly while tossing treats like I’m some sort of wannabe cat whisperer. The first signs of trust, though? A tiny paw twitching out from under the couch, a slow blink from across the room, or sometimes full-on zoomies capped with an unexpected headbutt.
Trust isn’t something you can force. It has to be earned — gently, patiently, and ideally with snacks.
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Find joy in the small moments.
Once that trust is earned, the real magic begins. That’s when my fosters usually realize they’ve got me wrapped around their tiny paws.
Sure, I love the laugh-out-loud moments — like when I discovered one of my fosters actually loved to play fetch — but it’s the quiet, everyday moments that stick with me.
You know those clichés, like “stop and smell the roses” or “find beauty in the ordinary”? My foster cats are living proof of those.
PinDrake was my first foster and the first to teach me that joy doesn’t need to be loud. In fact, sometimes, it looks like this. Image: Brianna Goebel
Some of my favorite memories are simple: working at my desk with Kingsley resting his head on my wrist, disrupting my typing but somehow making everything better. Or Berry, the sweetest black cat who shattered every black cat stereotype, waiting by the door after I’d been gone five minutes, like I’d just returned from a week-long vacation.
These small moments have taught me that joy doesn’t always come in grand gestures. Sometimes it’s a quiet purr, a comforting head on my wrist, or a warm greeting after a quick errand. They remind me to slow down, be present, and find happiness in the ordinary.
Control is an illusion.
As my fosters get more comfortable, the neat little world I try so hard to maintain slowly begins to unravel. Litter pellets scatter like confetti, toys migrate to every corner and crevice, and fur establishes permanent residency on every surface and piece of clothing (and probably my soul at this point).
I’ve always been a bit of a neat freak, like organize-my-closet-by-color-and-vacuum-in-a-straight-line clean, so watching my perfectly organized house slowly transform into chaos has been … well, an adjustment.
But honestly? Learning to let go of that control has lifted a giant weight off my shoulders.
I’ve learned control is often just an illusion, especially when you’re sharing a roof with such a curious and unpredictable little creature. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up; it means making room for joy, spontaneity, and a lot more love (and fur).
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Healing takes time.
Not every foster arrives in perfect health, either. In fact, very rarely do they come without requiring special medical attention. Many cats arrive needing a little extra TLC — whether that means meds, wound care, or, in Scarlett’s case, the dreaded (but incredibly adorable) cone of shame.
She spent her early days with me healing and snoozing in style, and while it wasn’t always glamorous, it was deeply rewarding. Helping Scarlett heal reminded me that care isn’t just cuddles and toys. Sometimes, it’s long vet visits, cleaning up messes, and consistently showing up — even when things get difficult.
PinNot every fostering moment is glamorous, but the photo-worthy ones like this make it all worthwhile. Image: Brianna Goebel
Letting go hurts. Do it anyway.
Of course, the most challenging part of fostering is always the goodbye. I pour love into each and every one of my foster cats, but I remind myself they’re only with me temporarily.
I remember bringing my first foster, Drake, back to the shelter. The moment hit me hard as I sat in the lobby of Nashville Humane, tears spilling out in front of strangers. A kind employee sat beside me, and suddenly I felt like the anxious one, afraid to let go.
She reminded me I was giving Drake a second chance — a shot at a forever home filled with love. Sometimes, fostering isn’t about holding on tight; it’s about opening the door and trusting that love doesn’t end when they leave.
That day and every goodbye since, I’ve learned that pain and hope can walk hand in hand. Each farewell signals a fresh start with new families, new stories, and new lives.
At the end of the day, it’s the mess, the chaos, and the quiet moments that make it all worth it. Because love — real love — isn’t about holding tight, it’s about opening your heart, even when it hurts, and knowing every goodbye makes space for something new to grow. No, it’s not always easy — and it’s definitely not always clean — but it’s always worth it. Because sometimes, love arrives in the form of a shy, biscuit-making goblin who proves that even short chapters can change your whole story.
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Brianna is StyleBlueprint’s Associate Editor and Sponsored Content Manager. She is an avid fan of iced coffee and spends her free time reading romance novels.
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