With the roommate gone, I’m starting to consider animal rearrangement or possibly adding one.
Option number one is to bring one or two of the porch ferals inside. The porch ferals are absolutely feral and I can’t touch them at all, although there’s one I can almost get close and one who is a brave little badass and stalks around hissing at me rather than hiding when I go to take care of them.
Option number two is my female’s biological mother. She’s in the feral section in the shelter, but I cared for her and her litter when my girl was a kitten and, while she was never one to approach people and would likely never have become really socialized in the shelter, she was always gentle and handleable, even in later years when I’ve had to give her vaccines.
Option three is a cat who was young when I was new at the shelter and used to follow me from pen to pen, but hasn’t done that in years. I think he could be a happy, friendly cat if he were given some more room to breathe.
Option four is a cranky senior I’ve always loved. She’s always disliked other cats, but I’m capable of keeping them separate. It would be a bit of a pain, but possibly worth it for her. She’s been at the shelter as long as I have and doesn’t have a whole lot of chance of adoption at this stage.
Option five is a young pair with whom I fell madly in love when I worked in their section. I would really prefer just one of the two, but she comes with a sister and that’s just how it is. Both are shy, but the tortie really took to me and the dilute always hangs around behind her.
And option six… is a dog. Not a specific dog. But with my roommate’s animals, my two were in constant conflict with the other cats (who, to be fair, were jerks), but loved the dog. The dog option would have to wait until the rest of life is more solid, though.
None of these have to or will happen right away, so I can give them all some thought/consideration.
At the moment, things are still in such chaos that I just got texts from three different people reminding me to eat and take my heart meds. Which, while not strictly necessary, does make me feel loved. Still, though, I think I’ll wait to add more responsibilities until I can be trusted with basic self-care.