Thursday, January 15, 2015

Baby over cat

This post has been looming over me for quite some time. Yes, I have the normal excuse that we've been busy. Of course, Graeme is growing like a weed and I'll post more about that soon. The real reason I have been avoiding this post is my cat. If you've heard some of my funny cat stories, you might expect some silly reason, like my cat has herpes or something like that. (no joke!) I'm not sure how to turn this car around... but this isn't silly at all.

Last week, Rufus attacked Graeme. Let me start by saying that Graeme is fine. He had a large scratch across one cheek and some pretty deep punctures from being bitten on the back of the neck/head. I probably overreacted at the time, but I was terrified. It was totally unprovoked. I figured one of the cats would nip or swat at Graeme when he pulled their tails or grabbed handfuls of their fur. This was totally random and I was sitting right there within arms reach of both of them and I couldn't stop it or see it coming.

After lots of tears (mostly mine) and one night's sleep to really think about it, I decided I had to give Rufus up. I adopted him TEN years ago. Isn't that crazy? I got him when I was waiting tables at Ganache my senior year of undergrad. He's been with me through two UNCG graduations, my first teaching job, my marriage, my first baby... He was my first baby boy, in a way. I'm heartbroken. But when I thought about the possibility that next time, he might swipe Graeme in the eye or bite him and cause an infection, I couldn't see any other way. You should have seen the look the volunteer gave me when I walked out of the shelter with an empty cat carrier. No judgement at all, just like his heart was breaking for me.

Good-bye, Rufio. I loved you a lot and I will miss you. Even your snot. (No, I didn't mean for that to rhyme but it's good to be able to laugh in times of sorrow, right?)


2 comments:

  1. My heart is breaking for you. What a scary thing to happen, and now that awful big decision. Of course you had to think of little Graeme. Some cats are very unpredictable and Rufus is that... I think you have done something very brave. You would have never forgiven yourself if that claw had done irreparable damage. I know you Love Rufus and have for a long time! You are a wonderful Mother and a good advocate for Graeme. All we can do in times like this are to do the best thing we can and send each other hugs and lend support. And well, you can call your Dad. He is a rock too. Sometime you Libra Rocks need each other? I am so glad you have T-Rent to hold and comfort you. See you guys soon.

    Love,

    Susun

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  2. Oh lovely! I am so sorry to hear about what happened. This sheds some light onto the future that Jason and I have discussed sharing. I know our first cat together was very defensive of her space when we introduced our second cat and still swats at our puppy. My heart aches for you but admires your strength to make a difficult decision. I am glad to hear your little boy has a wonderful caring mother to take protect him. The mother knows best. Stay strong, keep being wonderful and hope that your fur baby finds another home to live out the rest of his days.

    With much love and support,
    ~ Reiko

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