Once upon a time I had a cat and gave him eveything untill one day I even gave him a better home.
Out side of the supermarket where two cute little boys giving away kitten and in the box was a cute little grey kitty with big glaring eyes so in no time he was on his way to my house, to his new home. I let my boyfriend name him and he came up with the name Catster, I should have know better after he named the hamster baconster.
For two years he was my cat and loved to play in the garden. He had his own climbing tree inside and a world to explor outside. Sadly I had to move as college students often do. I found a new home in a great neighborhood It had a nice yard but only one problem, eveyone around me had dogs. I could not let catster outside, I was too afrade he would get hurt. I keepted him indoors but he only grew sad and would wine for me to let him out. He started pooping outside his box in places I only wished he didn't. He would no longer climb his indoor tree and started to gain weight. I had no choice, I had to find him a home with a garden for him to play once more.
So after searching for a good home I found a barn without a cat and without dogs. The owners had just built a new house and barn and wanted a cat. I let him go, I had to he would be happier that way. Now two years later I returned to the barn to find the owners now adopted 7 cats after Catster and they all live dog free and happy in the barn with a lovely garden to play in.
I still miss catster but I know he is in a better home than I could ever give any cat. I feel like I did what was best for him, I could have easly keepted him but I didn't want to see hime waste away the way he was. After I relocated Catster I adopted a dog, Georga which worked out great with the area I live in. I gave up one pet so I could save anouther and then Gizmo came into my life and once more I saved anouther pet.