I think the next time somebody says, "As long as we're here at City Center, let's stop by the SPCA storefront to look at the cats before we go back to the office!" I'm going to say no. The heartache I feel for the next several days is not worth it. There was a gorgeous, sweet, friendly black cat there on Friday (a couple of them, actually) and I've been feeling recurrent waves of sadness ever since then at not being able to bring him home with me.
Even if we had enough room, I wouldn't have brought him home — I think trying to introduce a third cat into the equation wouldn't be fair to Bella and Penelope. And if it didn't work out, it wouldn't be fair to New Kitty, who'd wind up going through even more turmoil and unsettledness as the result of "yes, we want him — oops, we can't keep him."
But oh, he was a sweetie. If you or anyone you know is looking for a cat near Oakland...
I try to avoid looking at cats for adoption for the same reason. We weren't looking when we got Storm. He just pointed to Amy and said, "You're my mommy, aren't you?" The girls took some adjusting, but they seemed to all get along in the weeks before Bess's sad passing. Now he sometimes jumps Tess, but then he gets all submissive because he knows she's the alpha cat and he just wants to play. Mostly she ignores him.
I really dread when we need to go to petsmart to get litter or whatever, and there in front, are kitties in cages, and pups in fences. Nearly everytime there is One, one that makes your heart ache. I either walk in fast, can't look, or, I linger.. both ways hurt for the ride home, that night, the next day...
I try to avoid looking at cats for adoption for the same reason. We weren't looking when we got Storm. He just pointed to Amy and said, "You're my mommy, aren't you?" The girls took some adjusting, but they seemed to all get along in the weeks before Bess's sad passing. Now he sometimes jumps Tess, but then he gets all submissive because he knows she's the alpha cat and he just wants to play. Mostly she ignores him.