On Thursday, Derek worked from home in order to take our cat, Alex, to the vet. Prior to me leaving work, we discussed a couple concerns we had with Alex that he was going to bring up with the vet (i.e. drinking a lot of water, and some weird bathroom issues). To make a long story short, they ended up testing him prior to declawing him, only to discover he was terminally ill and suffering from kidney failure. (The SAME thing Gwen had.) They mentioned that from what they can tell, this has been going on for quite some time. Derek cancelled the surgery and took him into the Humane Society where he was returned to be put down. I suspect the previous owners thought it would be cheaper to surrender the cat instead of euthanizing it. NEVER would I find it acceptable to drop off a terminally ill cat to the Humane Society for another poor soul to adopt, fall in love with, and be heartbroken over. And in this case, reliving the same nightmare we had with Gwen. Let me tell you, it was not easy to explain this to Ella a second time.
On Friday, Derek packed up our heartbroken little family and took us to the Humane Society again. I really wasn't ready for round three, but I'm glad he made us go. We spent quite a bit of time there and saw many of the same cats again. After a lot of thought, we took home this sweet little 6 month old kitten. We contemplated calling her "Lucky" in light of our cat escapades, but didn't want to jinx it. Her name is either Polly/Molly/Holly. (TBD by Ella)
When we got home, Ella was so excited she scared this poor cat half to death. The cat raced down to our basement where we could not locate her for approximately 18 hours. The next morning, we discovered her in the rafters and it didn't look like she was able to jump down. We rescued her, and since then, she has spent every moment on our lap: purring, sleeping, and getting to know us. She is a very nice kitty and very tolerant of the girls. I hope she likes her new home.
"You can run but you can't hide!"
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