A customer came in to the store today. She has a male cat, about a year old, that her granddaughter got for her college apartment. Long story short: the girl didn't realize how much work a cat would be, so she gave grandmom the cat. Grandpa is allergic so they've been boarding the cat to the tune of $400 a month. She was starting to cry as she told me how they've been looking and looking for a home for this cat. She even called the rescue I volunteer for, but there are no foster homes available to take him in. The daughter called her while she was in the store to tell her how the vet apt went today (he has a slight Upper Respiratory Infection thanks to being boarded)
Enter me, and my bleeding heart. I'm going to see the cat on Monday. I just might be back up to 8 cats. I called hubby and told him I had to meet a customer at her home on Monday and how she is trying to get me to take her cat. He said, "oh so you're trying to tell me we're getting another cat?"
I said this past summer that the right cat would find me.... that I didn't want a kitten and it would be the situation where it had a home but the owner couldn't keep it anymore. I worry that I'll upset the current balance we have --- I have seven very happy, very content, very confident cats. But maybe this young'un will be a good playmate for Mystic (so he won't chase Pouncer for "fun" anymore) Or.... new kitty and Mystic can team up and corner Pouncer
Oh, and if I take this cat, she BETTER buy the chairs from me!
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