Roughly seven months ago on a chilly night, we picked up a shivering little black kitten from where it meowed for attention under a car outside our window.
We brought it in: a skinny bundle of wailing dark fur all ears and tail and ribcage. It hid under the sofa, meowing. It peeked out at us, meowing. When we coaxed it out with a plate of food, it crept forward and ate, meowing. (Until that point I’d never heard a cat chew and meow simultaneously.) Eventually we realized that the low broken growling noise it was also making was its purr.
The purr, which soon corrected itself to normal, proved to be constant. Even the vet was surprised at how well she behaved. Sitting there on the cold table with big human fingers probing at her ears and teeth and butt, she just purred and purred her little head off.
She was declared to be a healthy female about four months old. No microchip. We dubbed her Kiwi, on account of her being small, dark, fuzzy, and ever-so-slightly odd. In the past several months she has wound herself into the household. She is curious and affectionate, kitten-spastic, constantly underfoot, bristling with teeth and claws and copper eyes: purring fuzzball companion, explorer of closets, staunch defender of the apartment against Creepy Crawly Creatures Smaller Than She.
Our main reason for finally deciding to find a new home for her is that the roommate is vastly allergic. She’s a cat lover and has tried her best to deal with it, but it’s gotten to the point where it’s affecting her physical and mental health. Our secondary reason is that we both work long and somewhat irregular hours. We’re not home enough to give her regular attention and playtime. My non-expert kitty senses are 98% sure she’s mostly American Bombay, which multiple sources tell me is an attention-needing breed of kitty.
We’ve been asking around to see if family and friends might be interested in taking her in. I’ve also looked into low-kill shelters around me, including the North Shore Animal League, BARC, and bideawee, but I’ve held off on contacting them – a part of me still hopes someone I know will want her.
If you want to criticize us for giving up the fight, I don’t blame you. But if you’ve given up a pet, or have had any positive experiences with any of the above organizations, I beg you to share your story. This is breaking my heart and I would really appreciate any reassurance that I’m not giving up my little fuzz-eared baby to the needle.