So I was going to take in Jean Marie's cat Micah. She lives in the upstairs bedroom (the dog doesn't like her around), but JM has been sleeping downstairs for the last year since her dog Augusta went blind, so the cat only gets about 30 minutes of attention each day.
I brought her home yesterday and she made a bee-line straight under my bed. After an hour or so she snuck under the couch, and stayed there the rest of her time here. Poor thing!
She was so freaked out by the new surroundings that she didn't eat, drink or use her brand new litter box once in the 26 or so hours she was here. Plus, Jean Marie came over 5 or 6 times, so I know she missed the cat. After we brought her back to her old home, she wasted no time in eating, drinking and using her littler box (haha).
So, long story short: I had a new cat for just over a day, but neither of us got any joy out of it. I'll just get another neutered male cat someday, like my three amigos, Henry (1994-2001), Sabrino (1998-2014) and Chumble (2014-2025), once I have a decent job...
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