OMG! How terrible! When my grandmom died I told her that I'd take her cats. I did everything in my power to find an apartment with reasonable rent that accepts cats. I couldn't find one... the one I did find was an attic apartment and in March it already felt like a 100 degrees. The whole time I was apartment hunting, both cats were being taken care of by my aunts... one with one aunt, the othe with another aunt. I felt sooo bad that I couldn't take both guys. I tried - I honestly tried to give those boys a fine home with me. They are still with my aunts who couldn't be happier to have them.

It bothers me to this day, 4 years later. All I can say is that Karma strikes when you're not looking.