It is truly amazing how in just a short period of time life can be at it's highest and it's lowest.
Keith and I have always wanted to add another pet to our lives, another kitten. And the past few months this want has become more and more persistent, especially for me. And then finally on Friday we all came into agreement that the time had come! Kitten time!
We went to see a litter of kitten from a rescue organization. The mom was a feral cat saved from the big flood our city had this summer. She had 3 kittens. They too were turning feral and were removed from her young, but had all grown healthy and strong and were ready for forever homes.
We didn't tell the girls anything. Just drove up to this foster home and went inside. And then they were surrounded with these 3 little kittens. It was incredible.
Ayla, in her amazing animal ways, would be able to scoop them up no matter where they hid. We played with them all for 30mins and then told the girls to pick one and we would take it home.
They picked a sweet little Calico female. She was the most loving, the only one that purred for us and the only one who would lick our hands and faces. She melted our hearts.
It is beautiful how quickly you can fall in love. And we fell hard for her sweet face. We took her home. Isolated her in our room, so that we could slowly introduce her to Tissue.
She just wanted to play, missing her brothers active kitten selves I imagine.
Watching her play and wanting to make a theme in our pets names, we named her Ribbon. Ayla almost never leaves the room, constantly picking her up, chasing her and then she would run under the middle of the bed where no on could get to her :) Smart kitty.
The first night with her she slept on my face/neck/chest. She was exhausted after her ordeal and eventually feel asleep. So cute.
The attempts we made to introduce her to Tissue went kinda like expected. Tissue hissed and growled and got very very grumpy. Understandable, he has been the ruling cat here for 8 years!
The second day I noticed my nose itching a bit, but that's not too surprising. But then I went to bed that night. Laying down I started not feeling too well, and after an hour of lying there my lungs were not ok. I had to leave the room, take my rescue inhaler, and go cry my face off to Keith.
I was not just allergic to Ribbon, but my asthma couldn't cope with her. Allergies I can suffer through, I have before in many cases, but breathing....well you can't mess with that.
I slept in the basement guest room. And sobbed the night away.
The next morning we had church and after that came home to really talk it out. We could not keep her. We knew that, but we wanted to brainstorm anything we could.
But it lead us to calling the rescue agency and the foster home and setting up a time to bring her back.
And then we all went into our bedroom and told the girls.
The 2nd hardest news Ivy has ever heard. (the first was this summer, when a friend came over, who was supposed to be coming over with a new baby in her hands, but he had died and when she told this to Ivy, her heart broke and you could see the pieces of her shattered heart, she wept and cried and my friend and I held her and cried and said "it's ok to be sad" because what else do you say?) Ivy did more a silent weep this time and Ayla just said NO! Keith gently tried to explain "girls it's mama or Ribbon?" And they both shouted "RIBBON!" which broke my heart even more.
Keith gathered her up, put her in her little crate and drove her away. Both girls lost it and ran into their room, crying and would not come out.
Also feeling devastated, guilty and horrible I just started cleaning out the room. Vacuumed every spot and crevasse, bleached and cleaned every little thing her sweet tiny cat face would have touched. Washed pillows, blankets, sheets and every piece of clothing we wore. All with tears spilling over.
The girls calmed down when I offered them cupcakes. They keep forgetting and go ask to play with Ribbon, and then remember and sob and pout.
The air felt better after cleaning, not perfect, that will take some time, but better. I am still a little asthmay, but not bad.
I am more just devastated. It feels like a bad breakup.
I know it dosen't really make sense, we have had a cat for 8 years! How can Tissue not bug me? We got him from a petstore 8 years ago (I know, bad bad) and they didn't know what kind of cat he was, just a long haired little dude. But when we took him to our vet he was very surprised and said we had a Siberian Forest Cat on our hands, a very awesome breed of cat. And oh is he ever awesome. Especially the part that the chemical thing on their dander that people are allergic too is hardly present on his breed. Making Siberians one of the most allergy friendly cats.
We totally lucked out with Tissue. We is the perfect cat companion.
Where we are now is all quite sad, but we experienced a kitten for 2 days and it was so fun, so cute, so wonderful. But we know now that my cat reactions are still very much there, just not with ONE breed. So we do still want a kitten, but Siberian kittens run for $1000 a cat and usually there are wait lists 2 years long to get one.
So I don't know. I guess we are at the place if we ever see a Siberian kitten available, that is possibly more affordable we will jump on it. But for now we are a one cat family, blessed with this one cat, but defiantly left wanting more.
The good news, the foster family told us that Ribbon and one of her brothers already found a new home together, which really couldn't be any better. We are happy for her and know she will have a good life. But we still miss her a lot.
From the high joy of a new baby pet to a crazy low of having to say goodbye all in less then 48 hours. ROUGH ROUGH weekend.
I feel empty and drained and desperately want to be alone. But mama duties call.