A Fisher out of Water

Toby didn't like to leave Inca alone, and his favorite activities were chasing her and batting at her tail, especially when she was trying to eat or use the litter box. Over the past week, they got a little bit better, but Inca was still hissing a lot whenever Toby was around. And we don't have THAT big of a house, so Toby was always around.

Things were getting better and better, but although we noticed that, we also noticed that our house is too small to have two cats without becoming a "cat house." Everywhere you went, there was a cat! You look into the hallway, and there's a cat, coming out of one of the rooms. You sit on the couch, and there's already a cat sitting there. You walk into the kitchen, and there are two cats underfoot (instead of just one) hoping to get treats.

In order to keep myself from getting too attached to her (it was harder and harder as the days went by), I started considering Inca as a foster cat. We were happy to provide a safe, dry place for her to live while we found another place for her. And tonight we did find a place for her. We got a response to our ad from a man in Springville who is fairly recently divorced, and he said he missed coming home to his family. After coming home to just an empty house for a while, he wanted to at least have a cat to come home to. And he's a chef for a living, so he brought us some banana bread. It was wonderful!

I wish Inca the best! She is a darling, affectionate cat, and she'll make her new owner happy. We are glad to have our Toby back, back to normal without all the feistiness and cat fights.

Last week, Kevin got home from a friend's house (they live a couple blocks from us) and told me about the CUTEST little Siamese stray kitten. A few families in that apartment complex had been putting out food for it, but it really really needed a home.
Now, I'm usually a really sympathetic, generous person. However, I do not want to become a "cat lady," and so no, we could not take that kitty. "But it's sooooo cute!" Kevin would say. "No," I would tell him. "But it's sooooo cute." And so it would continue.
Well, on Saturday, some girls from our ward and I went around that apartment complex collecting money for a fundraiser. It was rainy and cold. We got to one door, and there was a laundry basket on the porch with a blanket in it. On the blanket was sleeping a little white Siamese cat. And I went, "Awwwwww," and reached down to pet it.
It got pretty cold that evening, and my heart just melted for that little kitty. What would it do once it starts snowing and gets REALLY cold? We could take it in and cap our limit at 2 cats.
So we have 2 cats right now. I'm not sure how this will play out. Toby likes the new kitten. He walks around her and watches her with curiosity, and you can tell he wants to be friends, or at least find out what this new tiny thing is.
This new kitty, on the other hand, hisses, spits, and growls at Toby. She's in a new, indoor home, which is totally new to her anyway, and then to top it off, it's already the territory of another, bigger cat. She likes Kevin, but I don't think she's a big fan of me yet. I've been sick for a couple weeks, and I still have a pretty deep cough that scares the heebie-jeebies out of her. Plus I don't have the patience to sit around and pet her like Kevin does.
I did give her a little bowl of cat treats. She has a really weird cat voice. And while she's eating, she actually sounds like she's saying, "Yum yum yum yum." It's pretty funny.
Hopefully she can warm up to Toby. We're giving it a week. After that, if it doesn't work out, we'll throw her back out on the porch.
Ha ha ha, just kidding. We'll just try to find her a new home at that point if it doesn't work out.