A decision

The couple that came to meet Andrew really were wonderful. They have eight cats already and their cats are their babies. They go to great lengths to make their home a real cat haven. 

They decided that Andrew probably wouldn’t fit with their mix of kitties. He is a laid-back little guy, and their younger cats are high strung, independent and dominant, and they worried that he would get lost in the mix. I worried too.

They said it seems he already has found his forever home. That it was obvious that we had bonded, and that he and my other cats had bonded. They asked what was keeping me from adopting him. I told them that it just didn’t make sense for me financially right now, and with planning to go back to school at some point, and not knowing what’s going to happen in my job with more layoffs coming at work…

They offered to pay part of his adoption fee. I declined, but really appreciated the offer.

But I don’t think I can part with Andrew. I know it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense at all to commit myself to another animal. I told my grandmother last night, and she said she just doesn’t understand how I can, with money as tight as it is right now.

I know. I know. I also know that it didn’t make sense when I adopted the dogs. I had no money. But I’m forever glad I did. I know it doesn’t make sense to add a third cat. That I’m making things harder on myself financially adding a third cat permanently. 

But I can’t let him go. That doesn’t make sense either. So, I’m going to suck it up and make the decision to keep Andrew and deal with the consequences of that decision as they arise. And I’m going to try to stop looking for trouble where there doesn’t have to exist any.