I’ve had to wait a couple of days to write this post as I was an emotional mess. Thursday Sami, the cat we rescued, fed, took care of, and ultimately got attached to in 4 short months, got a new home. (Don’t worry, she is with her kittens!) Let me just say that this was a hard decision for me, and one that I fought my husband over for months now. As most of you know we already have an indoor cat, Annie. She was a rescue kitten as well. She is my fur baby, spoiled rotten to the core. She has also been the only cat living here up until we rescued Sami, and while she is a super sweet cat that doesn’t have a mean bone in her, she is also super territorial, which we soon found out after bringing Sami home. As a result, we kept Sami outside. She stayed in our garage with a heated bed, food, and litter box. We let her roam free outside up until about 2 weeks before she had her kittens. I became real protective of her and wanted to make sure that she and her babies were safe. Sami is a super sweet cat just like Annie, very social and vocal and loves attention. She also wants to be an inside cat. Along with Annie not handling that idea well, my husband was adamant that we only have one cat in the house and one cat period. I understand this, having 3 kids and 1 cat is surely enough to take care of in itself. The hard time I was having with even thinking about giving her away was worrying that she wouldn’t be taken good care of, especially since she is a black cat. Poor black cats…they are the ones that animal shelters and pet stores have the hardest time getting adopted, all because of a silly superstition. They are also most likely to be abused or killed by people who are superstitious. When I took her to the vet a kid in the waiting room literally asked me “are we allowed to have black cats as pets? Like is it legal?” His sister then said “black cats are bad luck.” What are their parents telling these poor kids?! So you see, I felt the need to protect her even more.
Anyway, Sami and her kittens have all gone to live with a couple in Nederland. The lady works at a vet (huge plus!) and she and her husband have a lot of experience with cats as they used to breed certain exotic cats. I had the chance to talk and text with her over the last few weeks so I was pretty comfortable knowing they would be going to a good home.
Still, knowing they were going to a good home didn’t make the transition any easier for me. I had a harder time letting Sami go than I did her kittens. I think this is mostly because I knew we would be giving the kittens away, I had no intention of giving Sami away until recently when my husband wouldn’t let it go. Along with getting attached to her, I became protective of her. She was in bad shape when she showed up at my mom’s house right before Christmas, clearly starving and had obviously been attacked by another cat which was infected and needed antibiotics. She was a sad sight, but
we I nursed her back to health with lots of love and care. So Thursday afternoon as I was waiting for them to come get her, I held her and as she purred and nuzzled into me I started to cry. She kept looking up at me as if she sensed something was up. I managed to pull myself together right before they showed up. We talked for a bit and they kept assuring me she would be taken care of. I knew she would be, but my heart was breaking. I loved on her some more before they put her in the carrier and left. I was doing OK until about an hour later when I walked out in the garage. Every time I would go out there Sami would run up to see me and Annie would always run up to the door trying to see Sami. So when I walked out and Annie followed me and I told her “they are gone Annie” and I started to tear up again. I managed to clear them up and headed to Target. I was supposed to finish my grocery shopping at Super Walmart after I left Target. So when I decided to go to Chick Fil A to get an iced tea and saw Petco while I was in the drive through, I knew I wasn’t doing OK at all. I barely made it past the drive through window and completely lost it. I’m not talking about just a few tears falling either. I’m talking about a hard cry complete with hiccups and everything. Heartbroken. I knew I couldn’t finish my shopping so I just headed on home. On my way home the lady must have read my mind. She text me telling me how good Sami was doing and how she was loving her new bed, toys, and eating up all the attention she was getting and sent me a pic of Sami in her bed. Seeing that made me feel so much better.
Yesterday morning I woke up with puffy red eyes and writing this has made me tear up again. I’m sure some will read this and think “it’s just a cat.” Well I would probably think that too if she wasn’t MY cat. I love her and Annie like they are one of my kids. Anyone with pets know how they become just like family and this wasn’t any different. I know she will be taken good care of. I trust this couple and wouldn’t have just given them to anyone. She told me she would send updates to let me know how they are doing. She already took Sami to the vet for a check up and shots. We also learned that the kitten with the tail was a girl. She ended up having 3 girls, which were the black ones, and 1 boy, which was the tabby. I know she will be just fine and I know I’ll be fine. It’s a true “rags to riches” story of a cat. My mom said it would make a good children’s book, and I suppose it would. Being rescued by us and having kittens would just be one chapter in her life. I’m sure gonna miss that sweet cat.
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