Two weeks ago on a Wednesday, the hubs took our cat Scratch’n down to the local SPCA where we adopted her in the hopes that they could find her a new home. I haven’t written much about Scratch’n on the blog, but she’s been such a big part of our lives that I wanted to share this recent big shift in our family.
Ever since before we got pregnant I knew that this day would come eventually. Over the past four years or so, Scratch’n has become increasingly more aggresive to both us and strangers. I won’t go into the details, but let’s just say we’ve had as many rough times with her as we’ve had great ones. I was alone once and she attacked me, and I sprained my ankle pretty badly trying to back away from her. A few years ago, when she started lashing out at us, we made her an inside/outside cat at the Vet’s reccomendation hoping to calm her down a bit. Although it definitely helped, she’s still been pretty unpredictable.
The hubs has wanted to find her a new home for a while, but I have always loved her dearly and couldn’t bear to part with her. But we both knew deep down that we wouldn’t feel safe keeping Scratch’n if/when we ever brought a baby Nguyen into the picture.
After we got pregnant I was in denial for a while about having to give her up. But something about my pregnancy seemed to make things worse (I’m not sure if she could sense my raging hormone changes or what), but she started lashing out more and attacked me pretty badly a few times.
We researched several options, but in the end we felt like she’d have the best shot to find a new home at the SPCA. They have a no-kill policy and a pretty high success rate when it comes to getting adult cats adopted. Given that Scratch’n has no major health issues, they seemed confident that they would be able to find the right home for her. I asked Viet to take her one day without telling me so that I didn’t have to say goodbye. Even though I thought I had made peace with parting with her, I still knew I would be able to bring myself to give her away. I thought that I was prepared emotionally for her to go, but man was I wrong. When I came home and realized she was gone, I was devastated. Even after Viet shared with me every little detail about dropping her off , told me how positive the staff at the SPCA were, and comforted me as much as he could, I still spent a few days just crying every time I remembered she was gone. I cried a few days ago when I walked past the cat food aisle at the grocery store.
I’m truthfully tearing up even as I write this, because part of me just can’t believe I’ll never see her again. I know that we made the right decision, and I know that we wouldn’t have felt safe with her near the bean, but I just miss her so much. I raised her from a little bitty kitten, and we loved her for six years. Even though I know she was a pretty scary cat to almost everyone else who met her (she even attacked my mom several times while she was in town recently), she was still my sweet cat and could be very, very loving most of the time. All I can hope is that she gets adopted by someone who can love and support her and give her the space she needs to get all of that extra energy out.
She was around for every significant marker in my life since I moved to SF, and I’ll never forget her. Please send out a little thought or prayer for me that she finds the right family or person to love her and take care of her.
Miss you S-