A while back – mid-October, to be exact – I adopted a new cat, Cleo, the Egyptian Mau.
In general, she’s settled in to the house well, and handled getting spayed etc. just fine. But I’m coming to the point where I have to admit that I simply can’t give her the life she wants/needs. I hate it, and it’s the first time I’ve ever had to admit defeat with an animal. Even with Psycho Cat (and the Bengal) I’ve been able to sort them out.
But at the end of the day, yeah, I can’t give her the time and space she needs. She needs fields and gardens to roam, which I don’t have. I think she needs someone ideally who’s at home all the time, and can feed and fuss her on her timescales. Additionally, she’s a stomach-on-legs – I’ve never seen a cat that eats so much, and I know it’s not worms as she’s been checked for that.
I’m researching options, talking to people I know in the cat-rehoming world, and finding out what’s going to be best.
I don’t like giving up on things like this, but sometimes you have to acknowledge that whatever you’re doing just isn’t right, isn’t good enough. I think this might just be one of those times.