I didn't think it would be like this
Posted July 8th, 2011 at 9:27 AM by Kirozane
So, we are moving this weekend. We were only allowed to keep two or three cats, like last time. But we didn't sneak any of our five this time. A few minutes ago I had to help my dad load up two of our cats to take to the humane society. I knew it was going to be hard for them. I knew it would be hard for me... But I didn't think it would be this bad, this painful.
When we were getting them into the carrier/kennel, Hercules was moving around in a panic, but he was quiet. The second Boots was put into it, she began to PANIC. She was moving around, she fluffed up, she was meowing so much. She sounded so scared. As I helped load them into the truck I could feel myself start to cry. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to break up my feline family. But I did. I had to. As my dad got into the truck to drive them away, I ran inside. I was crying a lot. And I still am. I would have traded Cally for Hercules if I could, but I couldn't. And now I'll never see them again. My cuddle bug is gone to me forever. As is the first kitten we had that we kept, Boots.
I know Hercules will be adopted. I know it in my heart. He's a big, fluffy lover boy and one of the sweetest cats I've ever known. And even though he's not a kitten, he's adorable too. I know someone will fall in love with him. I know he'll find a good home...
-here is a couple pictures of him for proof-
We had to get rid of him because we couldn't get him groomed, and we would have gotten grief for him in the neighborhood. Boots was a choice my parents made. I had no say in any of it.
Here's a picture of boots....
I'm actually more worried about her. She is a bit temperanmental, known to lash out a lot. She can be sweet when she wants to be, but otherwise she is kind of aggressive. She may end up being put down.
So yeah. Farewell my kitties. I will miss you. I hope you find new, loving homes.

When we were getting them into the carrier/kennel, Hercules was moving around in a panic, but he was quiet. The second Boots was put into it, she began to PANIC. She was moving around, she fluffed up, she was meowing so much. She sounded so scared. As I helped load them into the truck I could feel myself start to cry. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to break up my feline family. But I did. I had to. As my dad got into the truck to drive them away, I ran inside. I was crying a lot. And I still am. I would have traded Cally for Hercules if I could, but I couldn't. And now I'll never see them again. My cuddle bug is gone to me forever. As is the first kitten we had that we kept, Boots.
I know Hercules will be adopted. I know it in my heart. He's a big, fluffy lover boy and one of the sweetest cats I've ever known. And even though he's not a kitten, he's adorable too. I know someone will fall in love with him. I know he'll find a good home...
-here is a couple pictures of him for proof-
Spoiler:
We had to get rid of him because we couldn't get him groomed, and we would have gotten grief for him in the neighborhood. Boots was a choice my parents made. I had no say in any of it.
Here's a picture of boots....
Spoiler:
I'm actually more worried about her. She is a bit temperanmental, known to lash out a lot. She can be sweet when she wants to be, but otherwise she is kind of aggressive. She may end up being put down.
So yeah. Farewell my kitties. I will miss you. I hope you find new, loving homes.
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Posted July 8th, 2011 at 9:51 AM by Sydian
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Posted July 8th, 2011 at 7:30 PM by Misheard Whisper



