Hey everyone!!
I've missed you all!!! I've been lurking here and there, but not usually posting, because of all that's been going on with me and my situation. Which...is actually what this thread is about.
For those that don't know...I'm going through a divorce and had to move back home with my mom and step-dad. Unfortunately, my cats are not welcome here - and never will be, no matter what I do, no matter what ANYONE does. I've been told that if I even try bringing one into their home (garage, back yard, etc.) I'd be living in my car.
The reason I'm living with my parents is because I have a chronic illness that has tried very, very hard to destroy my life. I'm only 28 and refuse to allow that to happen.
In the mean time, I have three innocent cats that are victims of MY circumstance. I've placed Jonah and Micah - both going to live with their Auntie CiCi, so at least that's positive.
I have tried EVERYTHING I know to do. I've asked everyone I know in person - at work, school, church, my mom's work, family. I've asked my parents to put the word out, friends to put the word out. I've created posters and emailed them to every person in California that I know to post in their workplaces, schools, coffee houses, churches, ect. I haven't had ONE call!!
The only "bite" I got was someone at my mom's work who had 3 children. At first it sounded pretty good because my mom said this woman was very respectable - she got the feeling her kids would be polite, etc. Then...the woman told my mom that, "my kids aren't sure if they want cats in our house". Um, no!!! I told mom to LOSE her number and tell her thanks, but no thanks.
So, I come to you, my PT family for advice. What do I do?? Did I mention that I have to have Phoebe & Basie (who are at my "friend" Carol's house in her garage in a very large kennel) and Noah (living with David, my soon to be ex-husband) out by the end of this month???
CiCi cannot take anymore - not even just to give me more time and Carol reminds me of my March 31st deadline/pickup date almost daily now. (hence the "friend" above) All my other friends/family either can't have cats/animals because of lease issues, allergy issues (like, as in throat closing and dying, not just the sniffles) or because they have large dogs.
I just don't know what to do. I can't get all emotional, it wont help, I have to figure this out, but I need help. Based on my financial situation (thanks, David!!!!) I know I'll be at mom's house for about a year, at the most. Then I'll be able to take them all back and put all this behind us.
Anyway, I only have until the end of this month because David is losing his jov in June and his lease is up this month. He's moving in with his friends for a few months and he can't take Noah, he's already having to rehome Hermione (to his sister) and Noel (to his parents - this really makes me uncomfortable, his parents are nice and all, but they don't view animal care like we do. )
Here are the specifics:
Phoebe:
- 3 1/2 years old (DOB: 07/25/03)
- Weighs approximately 8 pounds
- Very gentle, sweet, well behaved
- Only shy/stand-offish when you FIRST meet her, then, you become apart of her world.
- Is polydactyl - need to trim a tiny, curved nail in between her toesies weekly
- Has a rare eye condition that she's adapted to and is growing out of. (YAY!!) Need to keep saline eyes drops on hand just to keep her eyes moistened.
- VERY good at using the litter box
- Here's a picture...
Basil
- Will be 5 years old on May 29
- Weighs approximately 9 - 10 pounds
- Very gentle, sweet, a sucker for bellyrubs and attention
- When first meeting, he's shy, but once he gets to know people, he's like velcro!
- Is healthy outside of his kitty allergies/asthma, which we think may be seasonal and/or due to litter dust. He acts as though he's been beaten after you pill him with antihistamines, but they help.
- Fabulous at using the litter box
- Here he is...
Noah
- Will be 6 years old on May 12
- Weighs approximately 16 - 18 pounds (He's a Maine Coon Mix)
- With the right person, Noah is very gentle, sweet and a huge sucker for bellyrubs, being brushed with hooman hair brushes and extra love.
- Noah is going to be VERY HARD. Something - we have no idea what, happened and then one day, when people would come over, he'd act like he'd REALLY WANT them to pet him and give him love - and when they would respond to him, he would either hiss/growl or even lunge!!
- We figured out that if ignored, no matter what he does to get the attention, Noah returns to the Noah we (David and I) raised and everything is fine - you can even pet him!
- Noah is a healthy boy! The only "issues" he has is his fur. He has a very thick undercoat that matts very easily. Brushing helps a lot.
- And here he is...
I cannot tell you how much my heart aches for my life to return back to normal...to where it belongs.
I really, really, really need some help. If anyone knows anyone at all with a spare room that is willing to help me, I’ll be forever grateful. Seriously, PT is my very last hope. I’ve asked everyone I know – and I only found CiCi and Phil to help. I will provide everything needed, accept for the living space (meaning WHERE they will live until we can be reunited), food, beds, toys, vet costs, etc.
Anyone with any ideas can PM or email me at [email protected]
Thank you, thank you a hundred THANK YOUs for even reading my thread. If you know ANYONE that has a spot – please think of my three. You all know all that’s been going on with me in the past few years, its pretty much sucked – but what has enabled me to get through all the crappy parts is knowing my PT friends care about me and pray for me (even when I’m gone for a while because I just don’t like constantly bringing people down), the others are my sweet fur angels. I hope that when God sent them to me, He meant to send them to me for the duration. I really, really, really need them and while right now they deserve so much better, I’d like to think they’re willing to stick it out until everything gets settled. Oh how my heart aches for them.
Love, Kelly
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