Mary,

Tucker is a beautiful Korat that was rescued off the streets of New York City. He was one of MANY cats from the CACC (a kill shelter) at an adopt-a-thon at Madison Square Garden. He was neutered the day before the event and was sick. The people from CACC told us that if there were any cats left at the end of the day, they would be killed. There was a total of 6 cats that were to be euthanized. The rescue organization I was with brought empty carriers with us so we could bring back the unlucky ones. Tucker was one of them. I couldn't sit by and let that happen so I took him home. He was about 3 months old (I wish I had a picture of him).

I gradually introduced him to my other cats. It seemed he had a "thing" for Casey. He was always sabotaging him in the cat box, whenever he came out of a room. It got so bad that Casey was totally stressed out and started losing his fur. I knew it was time to rehome Tucker, as much as I loved the little dude.

I posted a notice on the newspaper bulletin board. A photographer friend and his wife said they were interested. They came over and fell in LOVE with him. He is now living happily ever after as an only cat in a 3 story, all window home. He has the run of the house and is allowed to go out into the garden supervised. I get visitation and weekly updates as to how he was doing.

I literally beat myself up over it, but I finally realized that he is MUCH better off where he is. Once he left, things at my house went back to normal.

So you see, sometimes it doesn't always work out. Cats are strange creatures of habit. That's just the way they are.