Perhaps the hardest thing I ever have faced writing is the adoption poster for Crackers. After much deliberation and weighing all the pros and cons, I have decided it is best to try and find him a home with another young, playful cat. He needs a feline companion he can play, chase and wrestle with. Crash and Muffin are certainly not candidates for this. Between Muffin’s negative reaction to Cracker’s mere presence, and Crash’s poor health, adding yet another young cat into the house is just not an option.
I love Crackers. It will be so painful to send him off to a new home should the right one present itself. But because I love him, I must do this for him. He deserves a kitty friend. He deserves a home where the other cat isn’t growling at him simply for sitting there. He doesn’t seem to mind. He just looks at her and walks away. Crash and Crackers accept each other, but Crackers would love to play with him. All my sweet gray boy does all day is look out the window, eat, sleep and try to play. He’s like a fuzzy gray couch potato. Crackers just doesn’t seem to understand the concept of the solo play toys like toy mice or balls or other such things. Catnip he gets. Feather toys on a wand he gets though he doesn’t always really play, more frequently he pounces then runs away to hide behind a different piece of furniture. Sometimes he bats balls around, but mostly he just stares out the window.
Unfortunately, because Crackers doesn’t do much to get his energy out during the day, he gets a burst of kitty crazies around 3 or 4 in the morning. I haven’t slept through the night in weeks, it’s like having a small child in the house. Crackers himself doesn’t cause most of the trouble. It’s Muffin’s insane growling when she sees him at 4am that wakes me up. She gets up for a drink and he is sitting in the hallway, she screams. I wake up, separate them, play with him a little and then fall asleep. (I shouldn’t be playing with him, I know it just encourages things. The part of me that just wants to get back to sleep takes over at that hour of the night though.)
He is happy enough though, that’s the main thing. I just think he could be happier. It’s hard making this decision, especially since Crackers is so bonded to me. He follows me down the stairs when I come home or get up in the morning. He sleeps with me, and now has taken to sleeping on my legs. He is the sweetest cat in the world. Shy and reserved, just a big baby at heart. He wants nothing more than to be loved and have a friend. Crackers spent so much time outside, presumably alone, that he just doesn’t deserve to be without the kitty friendship he needs. He can come to love another person, of that I am sure. I am not so sure I could ever forget a wonderful cat like Crackers though.