I fell in love with a kitten this weekend, and had to leave her behind.
She appeared in Ben's parents' garden, bold kitten style, having apparently been wandering the streets for a few days, and just never left. She was very skinny, and very adventurous for a little kitten who is probably too young to be outside at all. Wherever she came from, her owners, if there were any, weren't looking for her. We completely fell in love with her and named her Olive after a kitchen incident with a jar of them. I hadn't realised just how much I wanted a cat until she turned up on the doorstep.
After two days of serious soul searching and logistical thinking and predictions for the future, we decided that we couldn't take her back to our flat with us. We have a tiny garden, and there are some good cat-friendly streets behind our house, but she just seemed so happy frolicking around in the big open spaces that we thought that she would be happier elsewhere. Also our lack of a cat flap and permission to add one was a major issue, and what do you do with them when you go away? Still, I had already thought up pet names for her.
She was taken to a family with two little girls who have a garden and all the time in the world to look after her and will surely have a happy time, but that just means that we can't now change our minds, which we desperately want to. It's all terribly sad, and I can't help but imagine her padding around the flat and being hilarious and kitteny and cute. I know I'll have one one day though, and until then I'll just have to satisfy myself with Dreamcats.