Well, let me tell you the story.
In June 2006, my best bud in the whole world, my pride and joy, my 20 year old cat died a few days before my birthday. I should have let him go, but I didn’t want to let him go and he suffered before he died.
That left me with his mate, a 16 year old female.
In early October 2006, I took my 9 year old nephew and he helped me pick out a male kitten.
In early December 2006, I got up to go to work and the kitten was very sluggish. I had to go and carried him over into the sunlight before leaving. When I got home, he was dead, in the exact position I had left him. No idea why, nor did my vet have any idea why, but it turned out that he was one of the first victims of the poisoned cat food thing.
My 16 year old got very ill from it, and lingered until the beginning of March, 2007, when she died. Having lost 3 cats in 9 months, I had no interest in getting another for a while.
Eight days later, this cat was in my parent’s garage, a day or two before a major snowstorm. My mother didn’t find the owner (she even put out an ad). My mother is deathly allergic to cats, so she called me to pick it up. So in a time when I didn’t want a cat, when I was in a lot of pain from losing cats, the Universe gave me another one.
We had no issues in that apartment with this kind of behavior. We moved here 2.5 years ago, and it didn’t begin until December, not quite two years ago, and has slowly gotten worse.
So please forgive me if I am slow to release her.
