My Guilt At Having To Give Up My Beautiful Cats
Once upon a time, my partner and I had three beautiful, tortishell cats. There was Lady, Shania and Sake. They were our babies and we had been their ‘parents’ for over three years.
We loved them to bits and were as responsible with their care as we could be. Most of their lives, they were indoor cats, as we respected the need to protect our native wild life. Lady and Shania did have two litters each, Sake being the result of one, but responsible owners were found for the resulting kittens and all three were promptly taken to the vet for desexing. No more kittens and we could give all our attention to our three gorgeous girls. (rest of article)
Life as a cat owner was grand. We had 3 of the worlds most gorgeous felines who loved us as we loved them and gave us much joy. They were our fur babies and we were content to let them be our babies, even if we couldn’t have babies of our own.
We were put in the position of having to give them up. An unscrupulous landlord who got quite nasty with us forced us to flee and move to a place where it would have been dangerous to have one cat, let alone three. The choice we had to make was for our furbaby’s safety.
