So I think I should explain the title of my blog and why it changed. Slightly. You’ll notice that I added Cairo to the title. Well Cairo is a little kitty who is also my latest foster failure. He’s almost 7 months old. He’s cute. Really cute. So cute that the day after I dropped him off at the Cat Café (more on this later), I woke up sobbing about how I missed him. I spent that day on and off crying about how I made the wrong decision and abandoned him and couldn’t look anywhere in my house without seeing his cute face and remembering his cute self, etc., etc. That night I decided that I was going to go back to get him and formally adopt him. I texted Kate, the VP of the rescue I foster for and she was happy for me. I instantly had relief from that horrible feeling I had suffered through all day.
The next day, I left work at lunchtime and drove straight down to Wilton Manors where the Café is located. The volunteers knew I was coming to get him and when I walked in, he looked so sad sitting in the little box covered with a pillow case I had brought him in with. It killed me and I felt so bad that I had made us both go through this ordeal in the first place. He looked up at me and I instantly took him into my arms and held him again for a while. I eventually let him down before packing up his stuff and he went right into the carrier I brought to take him home in. I tried to pretend that I had just gone away on vacation for two days and that’s why I had to bring him to the café thinking I would convince him (but really it was for myself) that I wasn’t a horrible kitty mom and had at first abandoned my baby. He was a little shy in the car and tired. When I brought him back home he went back to finding his old spots and said hi to Marco and my other foster cat, Jellybean (No. Don’t even think it; It’s not happening. No offense to little Jellybean. Just no.)
It took him a short time to adjust but with a lot of love and smothering from me and getting back to his old routine, he was back quickly. It has now been a couple months since I’ve had him back. I hope he’s forgotten about the whole thing. I really regret the whole thing but that’s part of life. I thought I was doing what was best for him and Marco. I thought Marco would not be happy not having my full attention and being my one and only cat. I thought I was giving Cairo the chance to find a great family with the potential to make him a very happy kitty. In the end, I’m so glad I adopted him. He really is so sweet and such a good kitty. So, he will be coming to Austria too in May. My boyfriend is on board (we discussed previously) as he has fallen in love with him too. We are looking forward to Marco and Cairo meeting his cat Yoda (more on this later too!), being able to enjoy the fresh air of Austria, learning to adapt to a bigger home and the five (!) of us being a happy family.
Pictures to come soon 🙂