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lizvogelWe have started putting up flyers to find the new cat a new home.
He's a lovely boy. He had some behavior issues early on, but he's both trainable and basically good-natured, and he's improved tremendously in the few months we've been working with him. He's sweet and friendly and fun, and stress just melts away when he drapes himself over your shoulder and purrs. He's going to make somebody a terrific pet.
Unfortunately, it's not going to be us. Our other cats are just Not At Home to the idea of a new roommate, and the more we try to persuade them to it, the more stressed out they're getting. And it's not him, it's them; he seems willing to meet them halfway, but by that point they're halfway to the hills. (We tried him out with the vet's clinic cat yesterday, and he was just about perfect; a very nearly textbook example of how you'd want a cat-meeting to go.) Which is frustrating as hell, not least because I think he's exactly what they need -- but there you are, and they are who they are, and we love them for it. So, the new guy has to go.
Alternating between being gutted (We really like him!) and trying to think of him as a foster cat who we're helping toward the next phase of his life. And it'll be a good life. But this still sucks.
He's a lovely boy. He had some behavior issues early on, but he's both trainable and basically good-natured, and he's improved tremendously in the few months we've been working with him. He's sweet and friendly and fun, and stress just melts away when he drapes himself over your shoulder and purrs. He's going to make somebody a terrific pet.
Unfortunately, it's not going to be us. Our other cats are just Not At Home to the idea of a new roommate, and the more we try to persuade them to it, the more stressed out they're getting. And it's not him, it's them; he seems willing to meet them halfway, but by that point they're halfway to the hills. (We tried him out with the vet's clinic cat yesterday, and he was just about perfect; a very nearly textbook example of how you'd want a cat-meeting to go.) Which is frustrating as hell, not least because I think he's exactly what they need -- but there you are, and they are who they are, and we love them for it. So, the new guy has to go.
Alternating between being gutted (We really like him!) and trying to think of him as a foster cat who we're helping toward the next phase of his life. And it'll be a good life. But this still sucks.
