Monday, March 28, 2011
Meow
Years ago I walked into a pet store bought a tiny orange kitten. I had just gotten rid of my Australian Shepherd because I was moving into a new apartment and it was just too small for a dog. I had that tiny little cat named Pumpkin for a few weeks before I got her brother. He came to be part of my family after a friends mother found a mom-less litter under a house. I told her to bring me the cutest cat in the litter and if Pumpkin liked him, I'd keep him. Romeo was a tiny little grey and white guy with huge ears. From the moment he arrived, he cuddled up to his new sister and lived up to his loveable name. I have had my cats for over 10 years. They've been with me through everything. Now, it looks like I am going to have to get rid of them. Miss R has had a some instances lately that have resulted in her now having to have breathing treatments. The doctor says because she had RSV as a baby she is more susceptable to irritants. She gets sick. She wheezes. She coughs. The cats are considered a huge irritant because of their hair and dander. The fact that she is a baby and her whole life involves being on the floor close to their hair and dander makes it even worse. Looking back, it's possible the cats have been bothering her from the moment she came home. We took her repeatedly to the doctor for a cough that never seemed to go away. She was never diagnosed with anything. And the cough never really seemed to go away. Now, I can't justify keeping my cats when it compromises my daughter's health. I am trying to find a good home for them and so far no takers. I get it. People want cute little kittens not 10 year old cats. And I am stuck because of that. I can't have my cats running around my house where Miss R crawls and plays. I have it when she starts to wheeze and I have to give her breathing treatments. I want to protect her from that. But I hate having to lock them in the basement. It's not fair to them to live like that. Ugh. What do I do?
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Aw, I feel for you :( My best friend had our kitten from when we lived together and she had to give him up when she moved in with her massively-allergic-to-everything-boyfriend/husband/father to her children. Their son is also a highly allergic child (poor thing!). She ended up giving him up to her parents who lived next door to a farm (and no, this isn't just a - he went to a farm-story). Her parents divorced a year later and both moved to smaller places, so the farm took our kitten. I saw him just before the parents divorced and he was so happy up there. My suggestion would be to find some older women who are alone. I think the companionship of cats who are trained and happy and healthy would be great for older people - easier than kittens.
I wish you luck, I would have SUCH a hard time if I were in your shoes!
Cheers
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