Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
Don't wait, go get her.
It won't change how you feel about Charlie, but it will be a kitteh that can look after you for a bit if you know what I mean. She's adorable, I can see it working well.
I wish I could.
I really do need to finish sorting the house out. There's rubbish piled all over the place at the moment. When my aunt and nana died the collective contents of their homes came here, and I've never sorted it all out. Plus I'm a hoarder myself. I never got around to it while Charlie was here because of the disruption to him that would be involved, plus it's difficult doing a big clearout or getting work done while keeping doors closed to avoid an escape.
But wanting another cat is a powerful motivator, so I've been putting my back into it the past week. There's still a lot to do though, and I really do need to paint in here (haven't done so since I moved here in 99), there are scars all over the walls from a full rewire and the walls are dirty (scrubbing them only removes so much). The carpet needs cleaning in here, and a new one on the stairs. If there's going to be a home visit, frankly the state the house is in at the moment means I wouldn't pass. I don't drive, so getting rid of the rubbish is a slow process, a mixture of waiting for bin day and trying to coerce favours from friendly folk. In the meantime, I can barely get into the kitchen because of the black bags and boxes.
With so much to do, it's no place for a cat who is timid and would need calm and peace to get used to a new home, as much as it pains me and as much as I'd love to have her here. If she goes to a different home in the meantime I'm sure there will be another sweet little thing that would be a good fit here. I want to make sure this is the right thing for whichever cat I get, rather than the right thing for whatever my emotions are saying at any given moment.