Yesterday, my alpha female Maya Linn and my foster kitty, Sydney got into it real bad. No blood was shed but I kind of lost it and decided I wasn't going to put my cats through anymore stress than they already are. SOMEONE has been pooping outside any litterbox that isn't as clean as they'd like it to be (Ahem, I caught Doogie once a while ago. I scoop every day) No one has sprayed or peed anywhere else. I' not too concerned as long as they keep it in the kitty room on the mad, which is what whoever has been pooping does. If it gets out of control, Syd will definitely have to live at the shelter.
Anyway, I put Sydney in the carrier and called the shelter telling them about it. As I was driving there, she was making this poor, pathetic "mew" and reaching her paw through the bars. My heart was breaking.
I kept thinking about all she's been through, being dumped off in a box with her 5 babies (2 of them are still at the shelter) and then wandering around hungry for 2 weeks till I finally trapped her. I couldn't find the heart to bring here there and have her stuck in a cage till she got a furrrrrever home. Needless to say, I turned the car around and brought her back home with me. As I opened the carrier door, my cats came out to see who it was. I told them that she's here to stay for the time being and to DEAL WITH IT!!!!
There are still little "tiffs" now and then, but I have to give it more time, I guess.
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