And then I saw her kitten twin in the next cage playing wildly with a rattle ball. Wanting a home. I wanted to take them both home.
I didn't. When I adopted Marley, he brought peace between Ayla and Iza. I am reluctant to take the chance of disturbing the peace. And I know how many cats I can properly take care of. I know what my litterbox maintenance abilities are, etc...
I admire those who can care for more, but I think my limit is 3. I had more cats once and struggled with them, finally having to find good homes for half of them. And that was hard to do, letting a few go elsewhere to care better for the others.
But it sure was hard to walk away from both of those sweet black/white ones at Petsmart. They both pulled at my heart...
So I guess I post today thinking of both those cats. The adult who put her paw on the glass looking at me. The kitten playing with her one toy... I could imagine the adult asking "Are you the one who will take me away to a forever home". And the kitten saying "See how playful I am, can I be in your home"?
It was SO hard to leave the store...