Last night, my neighbor posted on my Facebook wall that a kitten ended up in her yard and she was unable to keep it. They are feeding it, but my neighbor’s extended family is with them, and two young girls are very allergic to cats. The neighbor asked if we would like a second cat.
I immediately had to decline. Chloe’s an only cat, and the husband was out of town. He doesn’t know yet that I installed a shelf system in our shower. I couldn’t let him come home to a second cat, could I?
Tonight I met the kitten and it’s OH SO SWEET. (I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.) I brought it inside. Chloe and nameless kitten had a hissing match for several minutes, and I then took the kitten back outside. You could hear Chloe angrily meowing at the back door for the next hour. My mom came by with Sophie, and Sophie showed still isn’t a fan of cats.
I sent my husband a picture of the kitten and when I talked to him later, he asked if we had two cats. I told him I couldn’t make that decision without him. I did let him know that the kitten will lie on it’s back and let you pet it’s belly.
My husband was sold. He desperately wants a cat who will let him pet it’s belly. And now he wants to meet the kitten.
Chloe is currently curled up in my lap reminding me that SHE is my cat. Nobody else.
That said, I can’t let this kitten remain homeless. I’m looking for friends who might be able to take it. And the husband will be home shortly to discuss it.
Oh my. We may have a second cat by the end of this weekend.