We rescued this little kitten. But we can't keep him. Can we?On Sunday night, when I was feeling a little blue, my husband and I took our dog to his favorite spot and mine. The dog likes it there for the good squirrel chasing opportunities (he never catches them). I like it there because it somehow brings me back to myself, and to the moment, and to nature.
There is a defunct lunatic asylum near my home - Gothic, huge, imposing - and incredibly beautiful. It is not in use, but the gardens around it are still looked after, and they are the very epitome of serene. I love being there.
Out of the quiet this Sunday came a mewing. My better half thought it was just a bird, and I almost agreed - but the distress in the tone caused me to listen again.
"No. It isn't a bird." I said, hiking up the hill toward the building and waiting to see what was making the troubled cries.
And then there he was - gorgeous. Skinny! His little eye was puffy. He had been camped out in a small alley that happened to have a bar-b-que in it. I thought he was probably able to smell the remnants of the food cooked there before he was even born. My heart melted.
He is so warm and loving - so funny and curious - so fresh and innocent that it is nearly impossible for me to give him back to the world. But I'm a painter, starting a new and serious venture without a stable income and I cannot realistically work with such a distraction. My heart hurts from the decision.
On the one hand I love to see him playing and hear him purring. I love that he is a polydactyl: he's got almost opposable thumbs! Big ones! And it's just a little extra boost of love and life in the house. On the other hand oil paints out on pallets, wet canvases and jars of solvent are not well matched with curious and active little beings that can get into everything with ease.
*sigh*
gosh. this is a toughie.
3 comments:
Keep him , he'll be worth the love, take care, Gina
he sounds like a darling...cats can learn what not to get into, and could be your best companion. They're really not expensive to feed either. I'd have a hard time getting rid of him.
(the asylum by your home, would it be the one by the University- which I forgot the name of right now? I heard it's haunted).
good luck with whatever decision you make
xoxo
Oh it's probably haunted!! :) It's absolutely stunning though. (They've put a fence around it now and someone has smashed the lovely 150 year old fountain out front. But it's amazing there - quite the energy.
The university is Queen's - is that the one you were thinking of?
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I didn't keep the cat. It breaks my heart but it was the right decision. My dog and I are best buddies - he knows me better than I know myself. And he waited patiently for my attention to be back on him. As soon as the cat was gone he started 'talking' again. So that's positive. And my daughter's boyfriend is severely allergic to cats and wouldn't have been able to visit.
I did fall in love with little Thumbs though. I hope he will meet his forever momma soon.
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