MOPE
So i sent Liger home today. I put him in his crate, and he was very concerned, and quiet, and i packed him away with his things for his new home. It both was harder than i thought, and still easy. The choice was easy, the consequences of no being stalked in the bathroom, no zooming, no CAT, being all catlike, in all unexpected-in-a-catly-way corners of the room, was pretty darn hard. The hardest part was feeling like i betrayed him, making him feel like he was home and then sending him on. I feel pretty shitty about that. But what else was there to do? Just be as kind and as good as i can with the time that i have. I know i did that as well as i could, and we had good times. It is okay. I'm just going to miss him. Knowing he's going ot have a forever home with people that will love him and care for him for the rest of his life makes it much much easier.
From window-watching to floor-laying, cats show me what is important in life. I see them when they're not there, my brain identifying all the likely places for a cat to be hiding, perhaps waiting to pounce.
I'm going to have to hug extra cats when I go back to work on Tuesday.
From window-watching to floor-laying, cats show me what is important in life. I see them when they're not there, my brain identifying all the likely places for a cat to be hiding, perhaps waiting to pounce.
I'm going to have to hug extra cats when I go back to work on Tuesday.