This weekend the rescue group I volunteer with finally adopted out the last from a litter of feral kittens I helped to socialize in the fall. Claire, as we called her, is a beautiful, almost solid white, little girl, very sweet, but a little shy, about nine months old now. I adopted her brother, Peter, at the end of Jan. and have been feeling terribly guilty about not taking her too, but thought it wouldn't be practical, since I already have two adult cats. I knew we'd fine Claire a good home eventually. I just don't have a good feeling about this adoption. It's a family with small children and the father didn't seem too thrilled with the idea of getting a cat. There are a few other things that make me uncomfortable too. We're planning to follow up after a week to see how things are going and will definitely take Claire back if things aren't working out, but I'm ready to just go and get her now. I'm even thinking about doubling her adoption fee to get her back. Is this crazy, or what?
I just can't stand the thought of her not having a safe, loving forever home.
I just can't stand the thought of her not having a safe, loving forever home.