I just made a command decision, and many of you probably will not like it, but I am going to stick to it. And before you people think I am making things up, this is NOT an April Fools Joke.
At any rate, tonight is Zsa Zsa’s last night in the Cole abode, because I am giving her away tomorrow to a really good friend of mine. A local woman named Karen who I have been friends with for a couple years is going to adopt Zsa Zsa for her husband. He works from home, and is retiring in a year, and has been miserable since his cat died several years ago. They are both calm animal lovers, have no other pets except for an aged 13 year old dog, and he has been wanting a cat forever since his last one died. Karen met Zsa Zsa on several occasions and kept saying how this cat would be perfect for her husband.
This was not an easy decision to make, but Zsa Zsa just never fit in here. I love her, obviously, and she is just aggressively affectionate, but she never has felt at home here. She only comes out at night, and now that Tunch has discovered he can jump over the gate into the spare bedroom, her safe zone is no longer hers. And before you badmouth fatboy, remember that the spare bedroom was HIS bedroom until she showed up.
But she really is not happy here. She spends all her time in the room or in the basement, and it is just abundantly clear to anyone who has owned pets that she needs to be in a one-cat household. So, I am doing what I would hope everyone who loves animals would do- I’m finding a better home for her. That was always the plan- to integrate her or to find a better home, and it looks like the latter.
I’ll miss her, of course. She’s just a beautiful little creature, and such a lover, but the best thing for her is to be in a home that is HERS. Karen and her husband can provide that for her (and I gave Karen a complete money-back guarantee- “If it does not work out, bring her back ASAP,” to which Karen just told me- “It will work out”), and it is becoming increasingly clear that this is just not the place for her. Tunch, Rosie, Lily and I are a tough crowd.
So that is that. Hopefully by this time tomorrow, Zsa Zsa will be exploring her new forever home and sitting on the lap of her new daddy, unafraid of the other animals running around the house and making sure everyone knows she doesn’t belong in some fat guy’s basement all day every day trying to get away from the chaos.
I love the little girl so much I am excited for her even though I am sad to see her go, but she really is going to live like a queen from here on out. If you love a pet, you do what is best for them and not what you want. And that is what every pet deserves.