(Just a quick note on the title of this entry: Dan has had a ‘special’ name for Scotty for the last few years. I’ll let you figure out what the ‘F’ stands for. It’s not exactly appropriate for the mixed audience of my blog. I try to keep it clean- you know, for the kids! :P)
To be completely honest, I’m not even sure how I feel right now. We just got home a little while ago, so it doesn’t feel like he’s not here anymore… he could just be hiding somewhere downstairs, really. But he’s not. He’s at my sister’s in-laws house. Which is actually kind of great, because they live 3 miles away and we see them all the time, and we even visit their house a few times a year. So we’ll definitely see him again, and that makes it a little bit easier. It’s not like we just dropped him at a stranger’s house and said ‘C-YA!’ Plus, they have 2 other cats who live in the garage and outside in their awesome yard, so he’ll have lots of things to play with and entertain himself.
When we got there and let him out of the carrier, he immediately ran and hid under the car for about 30 minutes. Eventually we coaxed him out, and he wandered around, sniffing flowers and dirt and rocks. He hasn’t been outside much at all- he’s a very indoor, pampered kitty- so that’s the only thing I worried about. But he seemed okay after a while and snuggled up in the flower bed. One of their other cats, Taffy- an orange female who looks a lot like him!- was curious about him and they watched each other for a while. But they didn’t get angry or freaked out at each other, which was good. The other cat, Bandit, who is a little more skittish with new people, walked by him unknowingly and there was some hissing involved, but nothing too dramatic. I really think he’ll enjoy it there, I’ve always thought he’d be happier outside where he could cause trouble and chase things- something other than poor Gracie.
I did get a little teary-eyed as we were pulling out of the driveway and my sister’s MIL picked up Scotty and waved his paw ‘Good-bye’ at us. It was just strange to see and made me a little bit sad. Not sad that we’re giving him to someone else, but sad because we have to. Regardless what anyone else thinks, this is not a decision we’ve come to in the heat of cleaning up cat puke or being busy or annoyed at the cats. It’s #1 because of the way they have destroyed our basement with pee. And it makes me so sad that our only solution at this point is to find somewhere else for them to live.
On Sunday, we’ll be taking Gracie to Dan’s uncle’s house. That will be hard for me, I know. Gracie is a sweetheart and very shy, so it’s going to be a lot harder on her to settle into a new home. And we will probably never be visiting his uncle’s house like we do my sister’s MIL’s, so there’s a very good chance that we’ll never see her again, unless we make a special trip.
So, we are soon to be cat-less, after 4 years. I’ve considered whether or not I feel regret over getting them in the first place, since now I’m willing to give them away. Honestly, I don’t regret ever getting them. I enjoyed having them in our house until they started destroying it. And for a long time, I was okay with their craziness. But, as everyone says, having kids totally changes your priorities and our family dynamics have changed and this just needs to be done. I’m just thankful that we found 2 good homes for them, and it’s people we know too which makes the whole process a little less painful.
Dan is of course beyond thrilled. He never wanted cats in the first place. (Also: he maybe was singing a song about it on the way home tonight. Maybe.) While I’m confident that our decision is the right one, I’m still really upset about it and wish things could be different. It will seem really quiet around here for a while. Good thing I have a 16-month old Maggie to keep me distracted.