To read parts one and two click here and here.
If I could be a crazy old lady who sits around the house chillin' with her five cats I probably would be. Unfortunately I'm a 22-year-old workaholic with a (mostly) active social life, so being able to keep the four little kittens my Tallulah gave birth to 10 weeks ago was never going to become a reality. Bringing them up has been an actual joy though (can't think of a better phrase) and giving three of them up has been heartbreaking to the point even writing about it makes me what to cry a little lot.
Maya was the first to leave two weeks ago. She's gone to a guy from work who was so excited about having her and has kids who I'm certain will spoil her rotten. Rory then went to my sister (the one who got married last weekend) as a wedding present. Again I know he's gone to a great home and when sister's husband messaged me saying he was curled up in a ball snuggling my little niece I really started to tear up. The good thing is I'll still be able to see him whenever I go to visit them.
Finally Little One (yet to be named) should be going some time this weekend/early next week. A girl from work is having him and again I know she'll look after him since she already has a few cats already.
As for Bilbo she's staying with me and Tallulah. She looks so much like Harley and since I did originally want two cats it makes sense to keep her. Plus I think I'd have a minor breakdown if I had to give away all of them (not even exaggerating).
Until Little One goes I'm enjoying my last few days of having him around. While I won't miss getting woken up at 4.30am by little claws scratching at my knees or little paws padding over my keypad while I'm trying to write my latest blog post, I will miss this:
I guess Bilbo and Tallulah will have to do some extra cuddling to make up for it right?
UPDATE: Little One has since been given the name Jarvis. Cute!
