When I started the whole job-hunting-in-the-UK, I had three cats. I knew Ms. Emma (12 years old) would never make the trip as she was in failing health and moved on to kitty heaven in September. I planned to bring Ize, my black five year old lady, and Butch, the two year old male who is "special" (okay, the dumbest cat I've ever seen! Sweet but very dumb!) with me. But, then, I started thinking about how much it would cost and yada yada yada. Also, Butch really wants to be an indoor-outdoor cat and I was worried about him being in the city ('cause he's not very bright).
So, I decided to try to find a loving family to keep him here, someone rural where he could happily chase things but come in for some love when he wants. And, I found such a family...my niece's friend who has known Butch since we got him and has always loved him. So, she said that they were going out of town for Thanksgiving and would I keep him until after the holiday...sure, no problem.
Well, the little beast must have overheard my conversation because he has spent the last ten days alternately giving me the evil eye and snuggling up to me! So, I couldn't do it! (Guilt gets me every time!) He was my mom's cat (she passed away last Feb.) and I just feel like he's my last link to her. So, I'll just suck up the money issue and bring him over. And, my brother's girlfriend has offered to keep both cats until June since I'm getting a late start on the whole vet process! It'll work out, I guess...