When my old rescue friend called me and said "I know someone who is looking for a black cat", I couldn't believe it. I became suspicious, though, b/c whenever someone is breed/color specific, my antennae go up, perhaps wrongly. I love Calicos and I would probably not be able to turn away a Calico to keep forever but that's me. If I don't know the person, then I get nervous. Anyhow, we were working on placing him w/this man but b/c I had to make so many trips back and forth to the vet w/Yodie and Pidgie during the last couple of weeks, it just wasn't doable and I didn't want to jinx it by posting it on PT until it actually happened. Yesterday was supposed to be the day but, of course, I had my situation w/Pidge and it just couldn't be done. So. I just got home after dropping him off w/my rescue friend.

LBK cried the entire drive there. I felt awful. I put my fingers inside the carrier door to stroke him and he rubbed his face up against them and laid his head down on them. I didn't want to transfer him to another cage in case he panicked and then we'd have to chase him, so I just talked to him, told him that I love him and told him that he was going to a good home. My rescue friend called me while I was driving home and he said that LBK let him transfer him to another carrier w/no problem and that he had already dropped him off at his new home. The man has a lot of cats and some dogs but apparently they all get along and I trust the rescue man totally that LBK went to a good home. He's turned down many people who wanted cats that he had for adoption. So why do I feel so sad? I feel like I've lost two cats now. I said that if it doesn't work out, I'd take LBK back. I don't want to take in another cat but I feel heartbroken right now. I should be happy but I'm not.