I will not cry, I will not cry (much)
Dec. 12th, 2013 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlSo, back when we found Abe and his brother in the woods, one of my coworkers said she'd consider adopting Abe. She decided she would like to see how her dog would handle having a small cat in the house, and asked if she could test run with Abe. On the inside, I was and continue to be, "NO, HE'S MINE, HOW DARE YOU WAIT FOR ME TO GET ATTACHED BEFORE YOU DO THIS?!"
Now, here's the thing: ultimately, as long as Abe has a warm, safe and good home, I should be happy. But we came to my house on my lunch break to let him go home with her for a night, as he's getting fixed on Saturday and test running a recently operated-on cat with a dog that has a history of being crotchety seemed like a bad idea. She's got him tonight and all day tomorrow, to see for sure if they'll mesh and then I'll take him for surgery on Saturday - she can't because she rolled her car the day after Thanksgiving and is currently unable to get out of bed early enough to take him (his appointment's between 8-9 AM).
If it works out, I think Abe's out of my house on Saturday, primarily because I cannot have him in the house and continue to become more attached to him. I mean, I'm sitting here all weepy as it is, even if Johnny and Roy are very much "WEE, THE MINIATURE BLACK AND WHITE FURBALL IS GONE!" and running around like kittens.
I know you're thinking that I should have just told her my inner thoughts, but if she really, really wants him, who am I to deprive her of that just because I selfishly want him myself? I don't need another cat, I've said that all along. But damn it, I'd gotten used to the little fella and had relaxed into accepting a third critter.
I will not cry, I will not cry.
Now, here's the thing: ultimately, as long as Abe has a warm, safe and good home, I should be happy. But we came to my house on my lunch break to let him go home with her for a night, as he's getting fixed on Saturday and test running a recently operated-on cat with a dog that has a history of being crotchety seemed like a bad idea. She's got him tonight and all day tomorrow, to see for sure if they'll mesh and then I'll take him for surgery on Saturday - she can't because she rolled her car the day after Thanksgiving and is currently unable to get out of bed early enough to take him (his appointment's between 8-9 AM).
If it works out, I think Abe's out of my house on Saturday, primarily because I cannot have him in the house and continue to become more attached to him. I mean, I'm sitting here all weepy as it is, even if Johnny and Roy are very much "WEE, THE MINIATURE BLACK AND WHITE FURBALL IS GONE!" and running around like kittens.
I know you're thinking that I should have just told her my inner thoughts, but if she really, really wants him, who am I to deprive her of that just because I selfishly want him myself? I don't need another cat, I've said that all along. But damn it, I'd gotten used to the little fella and had relaxed into accepting a third critter.
I will not cry, I will not cry.
