re: potentially depressing: cats and hurricanes (they're fine!)
Heh. A lot of this is also just lingering guilt and trauma from last year's Foundling Kitten Debacle. I still feel awful for being ready to give up on them, even though it was a fucking miracle we found someone to take them in.
Though on another bright note, I saw recent photos of the other kittens (Snowy and Olive, the ones we raised for three months) recently. Their new Food Guy is a beam of light and they look really cozy. Whatever becomes of their family, I'm so proud we got those semisweet little boys through the first months of life. That's warmth that never leaves you.