... remember my
dear, sweet, precious kitty? Well, that dear, sweet, precious kitty didn't turn out to be so dear, sweet, or precious. She was more along the lines of crazy, fiesty, and pyscho! She didn't like to be held or petted. She ran around the apartment like she had lost her mind. She liked to bite and scratch. I tried my hardest to nurture her, be sweet, and teach her how to be sweet... but she didn't like to listen to me.
So, my love and I decided she would be better suited to be an outdoor cat and took her to my mom's friend's farm. The first time I saw my mom's friend after dropping her off, she said, "Your cat is CRAZY!"
Uh, yeah. I know. That's why I passed her off to you.
I feel bad because I feel like I failed at my first attempt to be a "mommy." But I feel like we made the decision in her best interest... right? She's much happier running around a farm and climbing trees all day... right??
Some affirmation would be much appreciated. Thanks.
So long Stevie... its just not the same around here without you!