Well, yesterday was a day to bring up some unpleasant things. I came home for lunch after a typically shitty day, and my wife, who has to be the most awesome housekeeper I've ever known, was doing some cleaning and had some of Orbit's things lined up by the door.
We haven't been in any hurry to remove these items- bagged food, unused medications, unused boxes of litter and the rolled up piece of carpet we kept under his litter box- from our apartment.
It didn't make any sense to hang onto these things any longer, so we mutually agreed to donate most of them to Atlantic Animal Hospital for use by others. And then it came to Orbit's litter box, the small platform I made for his food and water bowls when he first appeared to be having a problem stooping to eat and drink, and his perch.
His perch has been laying on the floor in the corner where I put it after removing it from our living room window sill when the last freeze set in. Our windows, no-name vinyl economy-grade pieces of shit that they are, are so drafty that the plastic we taped over them bulged like a pregnant belly.
To try to make a long story not quite as long as I ordinarily can I'm sitting here right now looking at the perch, the litter box and the bowl platform, over in their respective corners. We'll keep those few things for the time being.
Yeah, we'll have another cat one of these days, but with assorted uncertainties in our life right now we've decided to wait. I'd toyed with the idea of suggesting we foster for a while, but I'm not even sure we're ready for that. Don't want even the temporary attachment just yet.