I stood staring out the small powder room window at our backyard, where I first met her. The door was open and my back was to the rest of the house and, more importantly, my two little girls from whom I was attempting to hide. Why I continue to think I will successfully evade my children in the bathroom is beyond me. In less than a minute, my three year old was at my side. I looked down at her, ashamed she would see my tears; that I was crying over this.
"Mommy, why are you sad?"
"Well, honey, I am sad that we have to give Kitty away; that we can't keep her."
"Mommy, it's OK, " she assured me calmly, stroking my arm. "We already have a pet. We have Ben."
Ben, our 80-pound, adopted, Akita mix is literally the perfect family dog. He only barks at new faces on the porch, lets the girls climb on him, prefers to relax over run, and never eats anything he is not supposed to. His one fault is that he sheds approximately half of his body weight in fur each year, give or take. We forgive him this, though I am not sure all of our guests do.
But Kitty, the 2-pound, seven week old, gray kitten I found in our backyard two weeks before this was my dream pet come true. Ever since I was a little girl I wanted a tiny, gray kitten of my very own. While I deeply loved and cared for the hamsters and gerbils I had growing up, they clearly did not come close to Kitty. My father is allergic to cats and, as luck would have it, my husband is as well. And, yes, okay, fine, I admit it, I break out in hives when I hold a cat and am part of the reason she had to go, too.
The afternoon I found Kitty, I simply placed her in Ben's old crate on the back deck assuming I would drive her to a nearby shelter after my husband got home. Silly Kristin. After calling more than 12 rescues, shelters and volunteer groups I learned that no one in my area had room for any more cats. The Feline Rescue Association told me, "You are this kitten's best bet."
Well, that was it. My random afternoon meeting turned into a four-week, three-vet trip adventure, of which I enthusiastically enjoyed every minute. I quickly became convinced that no one could care for her like I could. I rescued her! I saved her life! So, I nursed her (with her worms, and her parasite, and her feline chewing louse, and her infected eye) back to health! Kitty became my project. She was mine.
And then she wasn't. I am grateful that we found a home for her. I am grateful it was with a family that we knew through friends. I am grateful that they still send me pictures and that she is growing and thriving. They named her Grace and I am grateful she graced me with her presence. Thank you, God. You work in such groovy ways.
Shed's half his body weight in hair every year - is that all?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you found a home for Grace. It can be almost impossible to find a new home for a cat. There are just so many, and so many irresponsible pet owners who don't spay/neuter.
From what I understand Grace is having her spay day soon.
DeleteYour dog is so cute but the fur-blow is the reason I got a non-shedding dog :). I grew up with a cat but can't have one either since my husband is wheezy allergic. Dangerously so. I miss cats though. Your Kitty is a cutie and at least you are in touch!
ReplyDeleteNot to write Ben off, but I think they next dog we get will be non-shedding. Any breed suggestions?
Deleteohhh i love grace too!! and ben!! sooo sweet. you did a good thing. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. It was a great experience.
DeleteOh, Grace is just precious! My daughter love, love, LOVES cats, but I'm the one who is allergic to them. I wish I wasn't! (And I love your bathroom reference. ;)
ReplyDeleteI swear the bathroom is a baby magnet. No peace :)
DeleteAwwww, she's so cute - I'm sorry you had to let her go :(
ReplyDeleteYeah...well, she wasn't so cute at first...more like pathetic
DeleteAt least you brought her back to health and happiness:)
ReplyDeleteI was so glad she didn't test positive for anything too nasty. That would have been awful.
DeleteWe saved a homeless cat and it was such a great experience to see him flourish in a home. You gave her love when she needed it the most.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun for us. She doubled her weight in the time we had her!
DeleteSo sweet!! I once tried to rescue the runt of a litter, literally bottle fed her expensive kitty milk formula every three hours, including at night. One step for man-kind, one step to becoming a total lunatic.
ReplyDeleteOh man! That is commitment. But, I bet if Grace had needed that I would have done it too.
DeleteOh break my heart! I had a beautiful gray cat named Grace and I loved her dearly. Glad you had a little time with her and that you were able to get her back on a healthy track.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a lovely coincidence. Yes, I feel lucky that she was mine for that short time.
DeleteAwwww...she's such a little sweetie. I'm so sorry you had to let her go. :(
ReplyDeleteMe too, but it was for the best.
DeleteI am the one in my house deathly allergic to both dogs and cats, much to my husband's dismay since all he wants in his life in a huge, slobbering, shedding golden retriever. Love that they named her Grace, so pretty.
ReplyDeleteGlad your husband chose you! Dogs are great, but a lot of work, for sure.
DeleteThat cat is too cute for words. I am currently trying to convince my husband that all our problems would be solved if we rescued a 150 pound Newfoundland. Which would be our 3rd dog.
ReplyDeleteI love Newfoundlands! I used to think I would only want a small dog, like a beagle or something. Ben has convinced me that big dogs are the way to go. They are SO much less neurotic.
Deletevery touching story. . . I'm glad she found a good home where you can still keep in touch.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yeah, I just got a picture of her the other day.
DeleteAwww...you found her a good home. You did well. Hopefully she'll make her new family as happy as she made you.
ReplyDeleteThey are over the moon for her. They have a little girl in the family that was really ready to have a new cat (theirs died a few years ago.) I love thinking of them together.
DeleteWe have a groovy gray cat named Ringo who lives in our basement because we're allergic to him, too. Our basement isn't finished and Ringo gets to have field trips to the non-carpeted first floor if I can supervise and make sure that he doesn't climb all over the couches. He doesn't -- he prefers to crawl on my while I'm sitting on the floor. Then I break into hivs and wheeze for a while...
ReplyDeleteWe thought about keeping her in our unfinished basement, too. That is where she lived (in the dog crate) during the day and then I would also let her run around for a few hours each night.
DeleteAww, you at least saved her and found her a good home where she won't cause people to erupt in near-fatal reactions.
ReplyDeleteYes, near-fatal reactions should be avoided at all costs ;)
DeleteThis is such a sweet story and lucky kitten that ended up in your backyard. Love your child's response, "We already have a pet." This tugs at my heart. Such a cute thing.
ReplyDeleteMy 3 year old is wise beyond her years. She reminded me that I should be spending more time and energy on the pet we already have and that it would be fine to let Grace go when the time was right.
DeleteShe looks just like my little Phoebe, who my ex-husband got custody of. I'm so sorry you couldn't keep her but I'm glad you found her a good home that's an "open adoption." :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, I haven't seen her in person since, but that's ok. I just got a picture the other day which I appreciate.
DeleteAwww...this is so sweet and sad. I'm glad that you found her a new home. From one wannabe-catlady-with-stupid-allergies to another, I'm so sorry that you couldn't keep her.
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