Sometimes it feels as though we have a revolving cat door here.
The last of our foster kittens left for their new home together on Friday night. A few days later, Boris, a 15-year-old Maine Coon, arrived. His mistress had died a couple of years ago, and her widower had recently gotten involved with a woman who’s highly allergic to cats.
So Boris ended up here, complete with bed, litter boxes, toys, brushes, scratching posts and a 5-foot cat tree with a pagoda on top. He is thin, matted, confused and in kidney failure. It’s hard for me to understand how anyone could let go of an old friend like this.