I'm crying over a cat, well, a kitten, that isn't even mine.
..Then again, that's the whole problem. I want him to be mine; I've never gotten attached to something so quickly, especially not a living creature, and according to my mom it's the wrong time. Financially, because I don't have a job yet and she can barely afford to feed us, as well as...well, socially, I guess? I don't know what the proper adverb for it would be, but basically: I still have another year of college left, so even if some magic miracle occurred and I could have him and bond with him over the summer, I'd still have to leave him with my mom in the Fall.
I guess she's basically implying that once those things change, I can get a kitty, but...
But I want THAT one. ;__;