No more Makita. She went back to the Humane Society today. It just wasn't the right fit for a few reasons, the biggest one being that she had problems "going" in the right spot. I can't accept that. I can't train that out of her. I can't handle that. One down comforter in the garbage, two upholstered chair cushions soaked and one down lap blanket in the wash (keeping my fingers crossed...). She was also really sick and while I hate to say that I gave her up because she was sick, well...I sort of did. It's a little difficult to attempt to force-feed your cat who is fasting due to illness with wet cat food in a syringe in order for her stomach to be able to take her medicine so that she will feel better and no longer need to fast - gasp! - while managing your 10-month old son too. Force-feeding a cat. Seriously? Man, it sucked.
She was a sweetie, but as I told her when I dropped her off tonight, she's "just not my cat."
Lucy is my cat, but that's another road which I won't go down tonight. Did I think that having a cat around again would mean that Lucy would be around again? Probably, even though that's silly. But Makita was no Lucy, that's for sure.
Our credit is good for three months so you'll either hear stories about another cat gracing our doorstep sometime soon or the Humane Society will get a big fat donation from us in the form of an unused credit. Either way, wishing your kitties sweet dreams. Where's mine?