okay i promise i’ll stop posting in here about my cat-related problems soon because i’m annoying myself at this point lol, but i just. i’m so sad lmao.
in 2 days, it’ll be the one-month anniversary of my kitten, alize, passing away, and my family and i started looking into potentially adopting a new furry companion (or two) a couple weeks ago. i miss alize so, so much, and we’re all still incredibly angry and heartbroken over losing her and her sister (we always will be), but we’re all in agreement that we’re ready to try again this time, and my mom hasn’t been rushing things like she did last time. we’re still grieving, but our home feels empty without at least one cat in it, and there’s so many babies out there that need a home.
our journey to find the right fit for us has been, uh. pretty wild tbh, but we found her last week unexpectedly at our city’s animal shelter. she’s a black and white kitty, and she’s one year old. her name is tina, but we plan on renaming her “bonk” because she rams her little head into your hand and legs while you pet her, and will even stand on her back legs so that she can stand up and bonk her head against your hand haha. she is... such an absolute angel, and my parents and i immediately fell in love with her. we can’t take her home until she’s been spayed, and she can only be spayed through the shelter’s vet, so we have to wait to bring her home. for how long, i don’t know, but we’ve decided to visit her at the shelter at least 2-3 times a week until she can leave.
we visited today, and that’s when i met bruce. in the span of 30 minutes, this boy managed to plunk his chonky (and i do mean chonky. he’s dangerously overweight) self right into my heart. he seems to be a docile, chill fellow, but despite that and his weight, he is extremely playful. he was pretty much rolling around on the floor and playing with the catnip toys for most of our visit today. he’s 5 years old, has some teeth problems, and is the sweetest, chonkiest boy. as soon as i approached him, he paced back and forth in front of me on a table and stared intently at me for me to pet him. he rubbed up against my legs and headbutted my hand. he sheds a lot, but i already adore him.
we cannot adopt them both. bruce hasn’t been there for long, but it’s already clear that he and bonk have solar opposite personalities. bonk is a sweetheart to humans, but lowkey an antagonist to the other cats. bruce and her showed no aggression towards one another while we were there, and one lady who works there said she thinks they could coexist in a house peacefully together, but another person disagreed, and my mom’s taking their word for it. plus, despite how much she liked him as well, i know his age, weight and teeth issues are a dealbreaker for her (and my dad). my dad said if he were the same age as her, their answer would be completely different, which sucks lol.
i would
never want to potentially put either of them in a home that they wouldn’t be happy in, and i know financially only having one cat would be best, but idk. i’m angry because my mom said she’d leave the decision up to me, and then took it back an hour later. i’m devastated that she even came up for a nickname for him (“the hulk”, after bruce banner haha), and i won’t get to have this baby in my life beyond my visits to the shelter. i fell in love so fast, and yeah i jumped the gun by getting my hopes up and stupidly starting to imagine having him in my life, but idk. i just needed to vent about this, i guess. i’m honestly so sad about this. and it’s not that i want him over bonk, because i still adore her and so do my parents. and i will continue to adore her once we bring her home, but i just. i wish i could have them both, y’know? and i wish my mom hadn’t told me that i had a say in the decision when i apparently actually didn’t.
idk, i just needed to vent lol.