There has to come a point where we break and shift them into less cozy living conditions because we are sane people (ignoring the opinions of non-PT people). It makes you writhe with guilt, no matter that their conditions are still many times better than most cats in this world, because you want to offer them the best, but their behavior won't allow it. So, guilt and frustration are what we live with, and the glimmer of hope that things will somehow change as they age.

I had to make the same kind of choice this weekend with Macduff and it breaks my heart, but the destruction was too great and on top of what Tom had destroyed, and much more than I could afford.