Dec 09, 2008 10:18
I'm surrendering kitty number two out of three tomorrow morning. Leila found a good home over the summer, thanks to a coworker and his boyfriend's mom. Zophie, who has a nervous habit of chewing off her fur, is going to the Friends of the Plymouth Pound. From what I hear, they are very picky about who they adopt to (my coworker, who is an overzealous cat-adopting machine, was turned down for reasons unknown once), so that makes me feel a little better -- I know she'll go to someone who will love her and care better for her than I can. I do feel guilty about hanging on to her littermate, Mika, for now though. I hope the two will be OK separated. Maybe I just should've surrendered them together. But I can't bring myself to give up all of them.
Why do I have to give up my kitties? Well, since my mom's return to our Plymouth home after Aislinn's birth two years ago, the kitties have been locked in the basement 24/7. Unsupervised, they are going to town destroying the place. But, having a two-year-old to chase and working two jobs, I don't really get much time to go down and keep the kitties company. Not to mention that, making barely enough to pay my bills, and take care of Aislinn's medical needs, it's getting harder and harder to provide the basics (food and litter) as well as take care of the cats' own vaccinations. My mom said that if it were only one kitty, she'd let it up, but not three or two. So, I'm kinda being forced to get rid of them... though I think they'll get better care somewhere else anyway too, considering my current situation.