2HBStrat
Friend of Leo's
My day job boss is an animal lover. She loves to rescue animals. So, when a kitten showed up at our workplace she caught it and brought it in. She put it in a cage to get it used to us. Then the cat somehow escaped the cage and was unseen for a few days. Then she showed up in my cubicle space. I'm not a cat person but I befriended her and fed her so I became her person. She's very nervous and skiddish around most other people and other cats. That happened about 6 years ago. In that time she's been inside, only going outside briefly a handful of times before getting scared and running back inside.
So in that 6 year period my boss adopted a bunch more cats, from all different places, and some ferel. I don't know how many there were at maximum cat overload, maybe 15 or so. And they did what cats do, which is pee everywhere, even though they had several litter boxes.
The boss's husband had had it with cats, and things finally came to a head last week. He threw out all of the cats except one that is sickly and, I was told, the two that live in my space (the other one was an old cat, like 17 years old or so, and it was decided that he was too old, and had always been a housecat). Then I came into work and found out that "my" cat, the one that chose my cubicle to live it, was thrown out, too. I found out later that it was because my boss's husband came in that morning and she had pee'd on the counter. So he threw her out. After her being inside for 6 years she was suddenly thrust into the outside world to fend for herself. I was stunned and didn't know what to do. It wasn't what he told me was going to happen, and I kinda felt betrayed. I had gotten used to that little cat. She would sit on my lap or lean against my arm while I was working, and SHE had chosen ME. I should have gone to look for her right then but I was kinda frozen. That was on a Friday.
The following Monday I went looking for her, but I couldn't find her. I was pretty sad and I told myself that if I found her, if she was okay, that I would take her home with me. I have an outside cat at home and I don't really like/want an indoor cat. I've dated girls who had indoor cats and they jump up on the kitchen counter, eat people food on the counter, pee and poop, scratch up the furniture, etc. They just do.
So the next day I wasn't looking for her but I found her. She looked and seemed fine. She recognized me and let me pet her and licked and bit me. So I felt good and felt like she was adapting to her new life and would be okay, so I didn't take her home. I fixed her a food and water area and fed her. Then the next two days she wasn't around. So then I felt bad that I didn't take her home. But today she's back and seems perfectly fine.
So, my question is...knowing that I really don't want an indoor cat at my house (I'm gone a lot with work and playing in a band and I don't want the cat pee smell in my house, and I don't want her scratching up my vintage amps) should I take the cat home with me?
So in that 6 year period my boss adopted a bunch more cats, from all different places, and some ferel. I don't know how many there were at maximum cat overload, maybe 15 or so. And they did what cats do, which is pee everywhere, even though they had several litter boxes.
The boss's husband had had it with cats, and things finally came to a head last week. He threw out all of the cats except one that is sickly and, I was told, the two that live in my space (the other one was an old cat, like 17 years old or so, and it was decided that he was too old, and had always been a housecat). Then I came into work and found out that "my" cat, the one that chose my cubicle to live it, was thrown out, too. I found out later that it was because my boss's husband came in that morning and she had pee'd on the counter. So he threw her out. After her being inside for 6 years she was suddenly thrust into the outside world to fend for herself. I was stunned and didn't know what to do. It wasn't what he told me was going to happen, and I kinda felt betrayed. I had gotten used to that little cat. She would sit on my lap or lean against my arm while I was working, and SHE had chosen ME. I should have gone to look for her right then but I was kinda frozen. That was on a Friday.
The following Monday I went looking for her, but I couldn't find her. I was pretty sad and I told myself that if I found her, if she was okay, that I would take her home with me. I have an outside cat at home and I don't really like/want an indoor cat. I've dated girls who had indoor cats and they jump up on the kitchen counter, eat people food on the counter, pee and poop, scratch up the furniture, etc. They just do.
So the next day I wasn't looking for her but I found her. She looked and seemed fine. She recognized me and let me pet her and licked and bit me. So I felt good and felt like she was adapting to her new life and would be okay, so I didn't take her home. I fixed her a food and water area and fed her. Then the next two days she wasn't around. So then I felt bad that I didn't take her home. But today she's back and seems perfectly fine.
So, my question is...knowing that I really don't want an indoor cat at my house (I'm gone a lot with work and playing in a band and I don't want the cat pee smell in my house, and I don't want her scratching up my vintage amps) should I take the cat home with me?
. Dogs have people...cats have staff. 
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