Yesterday was Jingle's 12th birthday which means nearly 12 years of living with us. She is set in her ways and not a very social cat at all. She likes things on her terms and only cuddles when she wants to.
So I know without a doubt that she was none too happy yesterday to have an intruder in the house.
I found this sweet baby in our stairwell yesterday. Our neighbor said it was for the people downstairs and when I asked, the grandmother said it was hers and took her inside.
But when I got home in the afternoon from picking my son up from school, I found her in the street. So once again, I knock on the door downstairs and this time talked to a young man of the house and his mother and they said it is not their cat.
So she came to stay with us for the night.
And made herself right at home.
She even took over my husband's chair.
And is the sweetest lap kitty you could ever meet.
We managed to keep her and Jingles apart. Jingles knew she was there but I didn't let them meet as I was afraid of what she would do. The hissing and growling was at a minimum as long as they didn't come in contact. My husband said he had seen her in the street over the weekend so there's no telling what she's been through. And the weather is getting so hot now. Poor thing slept a lot, I'm sure recuperating from her ordeal.
I'm heartbroken that I couldn't keep her. I had a couple of animal rescue organizations post to Instagram last night but we were unable to find her a foster home. I surrendered her to PAWS this morning and have a headache from crying.
Crazy since I only knew her for 27 hours.
I don't understand why people are so hateful. It is common in this country for people to get a cute little kitten and by the time it is 1 or 1-1/2 years old, they throw it into the street. Why do they get them in the first place? Do they not consider how scary and dangerous it is out there after having lived indoors all their lives?
Now the streets are overrun with feral cats who are currently having litters right and left. There are so many kittens who wind up being abandoned, abused and neglected when the mother disappears or because heartless individuals do horrible things like place them in a bag and throw them in or near a dumpster. I will never understand such behavior.
I feel like I helped her, and yet failed her at the same time.
What will life be like at the shelter?
And what if she never finds love and her forever home?