Only-pet Syndrome. Now that seems like a true story. Her official name was Puru, and if you have an inkling of who I am, you get the name. We rarely called her that though, and like most humans, we had a few nicknames for her. She was best known as "Puddin", and was a dumpster kitty when she first came to us. In the beginning, I didn't really want her to stay with us. We'd invite her into our home, feed her and give her some love. She would eat, drink, and throw up on everything. Um...yea. I wasn't feeling it.
The cat stuck around for a while, and in the meantime, my husband and I decided to move to Connecticut to be closer to our jobs. My husband asked me if we could take the cat with us, and I remember my response quite well. It was an adamant "NO!" I explained that we didn't have time to take care of an animal, we were never home due to our jobs as retail managers, the cat was clearly sick, I didn't want the expense, and I'm embarrassed to share this, but I didn't think she was that cute. I made many excuses, but the truth was...I just wasn't ready for the responsibility.
To be continued...
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