Post by greatbluehopeful on Apr 28, 2020 9:39:11 GMT
Thank you Helen...I'm comforted to hear you say this....
Similar to you, our last cat lived for 20 years, and knowing this, I simply couldn't face another two decades of trying to justify why we kept Spooky, when we absolutely said we would NEVER, EVER get another cat again.
It would slowly gnaw away at me and I would become bitter with disappointment and resentment every time she would arrive in with a new kill. We would be held to ransom by this little cat, and all our hopes and dreams for this new house, yet again, put on hold because we were too soft just to let her go.
I'm so conflicted and really upset about it all. Its going to be a tough day. I feel so guilty.
The whole experience these past few weeks has caused great anxiety, and it was further compounded by the timing of Spookys arrival and then losing 'Beaktrix' & 'Maurice' needlessly, when I was so hopeful for my 1st birds nest in a very long time...so all a bit of an emotional roller coaster.
Spooky was the most spoilt cat while she was here - she didn't want for anything. We did right by her and I'm proud that she came to us in her time of need.
We had her neutered, de-wormed, de- flead and we kept her safe and off the streets away from the vicious male un-neutured cats.
In this short time she has fattened up, and has grown bigger, and her coat is now glossy and filling out. She has lost her feral tendencies and is now socialised enough to actually be able to be re-homed. We gave her the gift of that. So that's make me happy.
We were lucky we had all these weeks of being at home with the warmth and sunshine, as having her outdoors didn't matter (albeit in a very fancy cat house) - but knowing me, I would crack the minute a bit of cold weather set in, and she'd be in the house in a flash - but then I would be miserable, and have to be confined to one or two rooms. Whats the point of that!!
Similar to you, our last cat lived for 20 years, and knowing this, I simply couldn't face another two decades of trying to justify why we kept Spooky, when we absolutely said we would NEVER, EVER get another cat again.
It would slowly gnaw away at me and I would become bitter with disappointment and resentment every time she would arrive in with a new kill. We would be held to ransom by this little cat, and all our hopes and dreams for this new house, yet again, put on hold because we were too soft just to let her go.
I'm so conflicted and really upset about it all. Its going to be a tough day. I feel so guilty.
The whole experience these past few weeks has caused great anxiety, and it was further compounded by the timing of Spookys arrival and then losing 'Beaktrix' & 'Maurice' needlessly, when I was so hopeful for my 1st birds nest in a very long time...so all a bit of an emotional roller coaster.
Spooky was the most spoilt cat while she was here - she didn't want for anything. We did right by her and I'm proud that she came to us in her time of need.
We had her neutered, de-wormed, de- flead and we kept her safe and off the streets away from the vicious male un-neutured cats.
In this short time she has fattened up, and has grown bigger, and her coat is now glossy and filling out. She has lost her feral tendencies and is now socialised enough to actually be able to be re-homed. We gave her the gift of that. So that's make me happy.
We were lucky we had all these weeks of being at home with the warmth and sunshine, as having her outdoors didn't matter (albeit in a very fancy cat house) - but knowing me, I would crack the minute a bit of cold weather set in, and she'd be in the house in a flash - but then I would be miserable, and have to be confined to one or two rooms. Whats the point of that!!