smoldworf

soooo. after three fucking weeks i finally got my kitty back!

Minou escaped because i didn't realise she was in my bedroom when i left the windows open. (and i only noticed a couple of hours later when she didn't come screaming for dinner). she stayed pretty close but wouldn't let anyone touch her.

even got a trap to catch her. i caught a neighbour's cat (twice) and a hedgehog (three times). minou escaped because she's an eel and too fast to be real, and never went into the trap again.

and then this week she waited in front of my door for breakfast and dinner and let me scritch her. and on thursday i picked her up and took her inside and now she's back :)

now i need to get her to the vet :D

so, a local shelter put a really cute adoptable kitty in the newspaper; the kitty is three-legged and because of that it's hard to find a new home for him. And my gut says go get the kitty!!

but my brain says you're not home for most of the day, you need to get two kitties. And there are various adorable kitty pairs up for adoption.

and my mean doubt-brain says maybe you'd be an awful kitty-mom, you never had a kitty, kitty-sitting does not count. and what if the responsibility is too much and you'll get overwhelmed and the kitties will be sad.

and not i'm sad and insecure and still want a kitty :(