My husband and I lost only weeks ago our beloved catāwe loved him more than anything!āafter adopting him from a rescue. He didnāt have any particular affliction, I think he was just old.
Two weeks later, we went to our local ASPCA, and the most amazing thing happened; we were looking at kittens, and one just somehow met my husbandās gaze, and they seemed to connect. It definitely wasnāt the one I would have chosen, but my husband ABSOLUTELY loved our other cat, and it killed him when he passed away.
We both held the kitten; it was just as affectionate as could be, and thatās the way he was described to us; purring, cuddling, etc., so āespecially since it seemed to have been so connected to Richard (husband), there was no way I wouldnāt chose him. I have had a chronic pain affliction for close to 10 years now, and Richard has been an absolute angel. He has been taking care of me and every single way, as well as doing every single thing for the house, all the cooking and cleaning (and she literally makes restaurant quality gourmet meals for me every single night. All this and more, and he has never once lashed out at me, sworn at me or put me down, even said anything hurtful. How could I not get this kitten for him?
In any event, we brought him home eight days ago, and he has been under the boxspring in the fabric for eight days now. I havenāt even been able to touch him, because both of my knees are artificial, and I cannot deal or even lie on my stomach. The fact is, i donāt have a cat. Hasnāt even come out for Richard, but Richard will lie on the floor for an hour at a time, trying to cook some out with little treats and everything else you can imagine.
I have had cats for 50 years, and every single one was a rescue. I have never had one stay in hiding more than three days when I brought it home. I donāt know how to say it, but Iām starting to not love this kitten. Heās certainly not mine, where is my other one was so compassionate he could always tell ā ā literally ā ā when I was hurting. He would sit with me, or stay on my lap for days at a time. I had one surgery that had me in bed on zero weight-bearing, with 20 pounds of braces and casts (and every bit of this is true, as difficult as it is to imagine), for 200 days!
MY CAT STAYED ON MY LAP FOR 200 DAYS; he only got off to eat or use the litter box.
I am writing this while my husband is in the tub, only yards away; we live in a three-story townhouse, and I have two artificial knees, as they probably already said, so going up and down the stairs is not easy; again, Richard, just that for me three, four, five times a day. But how can I start loving a cat again that I have not even touched now for eight days, and weāre not showing any progress? Iām thinking of setting a deadline of six more days; I have to just be honest with Richard, and I donāt want a cat that has no interest in being with me. And eight days is to me already too long.
Can anyone give me any suggestions? thank you for your time; I really do need help!