We dropped the kitty off at the shelter this morning.
I know it was the right decision, but I’m sad and I miss him. He was such a sweet kitty and in the last 24 hours had really started seeking me out and loving on me. He would meow “hello” each time I’d walk in the room (Siamese cats are “talkers”) and purr and purr and rub against my leg. And if I didn’t pet him, he’d rear up on his hind legs and ever so gently put his two front paws on my leg as if to say “please?” I tried really hard not to bond with him because I knew it would be harder to give him up, but alas, I have too much of a soft spot for animals and that sweet kitty pawed his way into my heart.
If it was a different time and place in my life, I would have absolutely kept him. But it’s not. We made the right choice, but it doesn’t mean the right choice is always easy.
The shelter workers were very nice and confirmed what I had figured – the cat was a neutered male and he was also older. They’re going to check if he has a microchip later today. They said they’d give him about a week to “fatten” up some more (the cat is already looking remarkably better in just the 3 days we’ve had him) and to give the original owners some more time. Then they would put him up for adoption and we all agreed he’d find a new home very quickly. They told me I could call anytime to check on him, which I really appreciate.
I told them what I knew about the kitty – that he was sweet & gentle, but that I think he needs a quiet elderly home to go to without other animals, where he can live as “king” and be spoiled. The cat already clearly did not like Abby or Shadow. If either my dog or cat came near the bathroom door, “Mr Siamese” would rush at them and hiss. He never bit, but he clearly wanted to send them a message that they were not welcome. Which they carefully respected. (It was rather funny to see Abby & Shadow peeking around the door and then racing past so as not to irritate the cat.)
I felt really bad when I left; the cat looked so sad behind the door of the ugly shelter cage. I just wanted to scoop him up and bring him home. But I have to be “grown up” and do the right thing. This is better for us and for the cat in the long run. He will find a good home where he’ll be happy, not stressed like he would be living with us.
Normally I’m not the one who makes these kinds of decisions. I take in the stray and end up overworked and stressed. I have such a hard time saying no to animals – I just love them. But this time, it was me who called the shelter. Nate agreed it was the right choice but it was my choice.
It feels weird to do that.