It's Hard to Do the Right Thing

Whiskey is old enough for a new home. As always, it's practically impossible to find someone who needs a cat. We thought we had a home for him but that fell through.

I would really like to keep him. I feel like he is mine (because I bottle fed him or because I would fall in love with any kitten?). I look forward to coming home because he will be the first to greet me. I scoop him up and cuddle him under my chin. He purrs; I melt.

I have lots of room in my heart for another cat. Technically, I have room in my house for another cat, but "just one more" usually leads to a little regret later on when there are vet appointments to make, litter boxes to clean, food to buy, pet sitters to schedule.

I need to find Whiskey a home.

With the other cats that I foster - they come from the shelter, and I know they have to go back to the shelter in order to be adopted. But Whiskey - I bottle fed him - I can't take him to a shelter. I told my husband that I absolutely cannot take him to the shelter. I respect the shelter, but I can't take him.

Luckily, a niece came to visit, and she and her husband like cats. They adopted January and August from my first batch of foster kittens. They have decided to take Whiskey home and see how it goes. They are coming for another visit in December and will bring all 3 cats with them so I get to see my Whiskey boy again!

I know it was the right thing to do, but I sure do miss him. :(