We are minus a little piece of sweetness in our household. After long discussions (and a few changes of heart), Oliver and I finally resolved ourselves to finding the little guy a new home and he is now there.
It was a hard decision.
Every time we seemed to have committed to giving him away he would do something extra cute like purring in my ear or giving Olli a big wet slobbery kiss that clearly said, ‘Are you sure you want to do that? I’m so adorable!’
And he was! Even Fergus was in love, once the aggression finally wound down. During the day the little guy was in his own room as a security measure (probably mine more than his), but in the evenings when we brought them together it became more and more clear that Fergus was enjoying his company and that he could easily fit into our household. I’d open his door and he’d march out in all his glory and assume the position in the living room, an aura of wonderfulness surrounding him like a halo.
‘Hello!’ he seemed to say, ‘I’m here, you may all worship me now!’
Like clockwork, Fergus would bound over a greet him, chirping and cooing, and give the little guy a quick sniff and slurp under the tail and then the chase games would begin. This (more than slightly questionable) cuddle moment would last longer and longer with each passing day. As the relationship with Fergus came to fit more and more in the NAMBLA / Leather Daddy category, I realized Olli and I were starting to brainstorm ways to fit the kitten into our plans, and worse, we were starting to try out names:
O: Something car related because that’s where we found him.
M: But we found him under a Volvo…
It came down to one issue, China. With that decision dragging on and on, we kept finding excuses to put off the kitten question. I realized that if we didn’t find him a home soon, we’d be too in love with him to let him go. Bringing him to China really seemed an awful idea bursting with the potential to go wrong. Two cats most likely can’t fly in the same plane. Having a flight attendant sister-in-law had made me more than aware of what could go wrong in a cargo hold (like forgetting to turn on the climate control) so there was no way I wanted to have to take the risk of making a Sophie’s Choice* on a Chinese airline where, really, anything could happen. With so many other additional factors still unknown (landlords, vets, quarantine), a voice in my head just kept telling me that this little guy needs a good, safe home in Germany.
A few weeks ago, on my way to dinner on a Friday night, I pulled this little guy out of the underbelly of a car and into our lives. So it was fitting that again, on Friday evening, I said one last goodbye to a very cute little orange monkey faced kitten with yellow eyes and handed him over to his new mama and watched him get loaded into another car (this time in the proper passenger area) and drive away. And so ended a short but sweet, drive-by love affair with a little guy who I hope is already well settled into his new home and the hearts of his new family.
And what’s to become of us? Well, I think we’re going to China.
*credit goes to Jen for this reference, it is a perfect description