You may remember my previous thread "To Cat, or Not to Cat?" Well, this story has a somewhat bittersweet climax, but happily, also a continuation! Let me explain:
Today I was talking to my mother further. She hadn't previously realized how important that little black kitty had been to me. She said that I shouldn't worry so much about what she and my dad might think or want. I'm a grown woman now, she said, and if I want a cat, I should "go and get a darn cat!" She also acknowledged that it really might be a good thing for Eppy to have a friend.
I was so touched and elated. I mean, this growing up thing is harder than they tell you in the brochure, you know! I'm not sure if I'll ever get it right, to be honest, but I do my best. And it's nice to know that even my parents themselves understand that just because I take their feelings into consideration doesn't mean I always need to do everything they say.
Just to prove how awesome she is, mom drove me down to the shelter. My kitty was gone, and that really made me sad (okay, I may have cried a little), but now that I know it's not the end of the world for me to have another baby to take care of, I'm willing to wait for the perfect cat for my little family to show himself, as I know one will someday.
Moral of the story? Following your head is good, but but that doesn't mean never to follow your heart. The hard part is figuring out when to do which!
And, ahem, since I know this forum often gets read by folks involved in rescue, if anybody happens to be running an operation within driving distance of the Kalamazoo Michigan area... I'm now accepting applications for the position of Cat.