The New Arrival

Today Nicole called me on my cell phone while I was at work. Her mom was going to get the cat today, and she wanted to give it to me after school.

I guess I wasn't really expecting to actually get the cat when it was offered to me. I had hoped that someone else would get attached to it and keep it. Not so. I was going to be heading up to Wisconsin with a cat on my backseat.

I was dreading it for two reasons. Number one, my plan of surrendering the cat to the Wisconsin Humane Society wasn't going to work. Because Dreamer - yeah, the cat's name is Dreamer - was technically a stray she had to be given to the Milwaukee County animal control center. After that, who knows where she'd go. She might end up at the ultra-nice, no-kill Wisconsin Humane Society, or she might go somewhere else. Somewhere not so great.

My second reason for dread was Mike. Mike is much more of a softie than I am. I was determined to find a home for Dreamer, but Mike was certain he'd already found one - ours. When we talked about it last night he told me, "I would not be against keeping the cat if he's adorable." Which, apparently, she is.

We cannot become a five-cat household. We just can't. If we had a house, maybe. But in our apartment, no way.

We still have a few courses of action. I'll ask Mike to post a picture of Dreamer on his LiveJournal to see if any of his friends could take in a cat. I'll make a flyer to post at work and at the vet's office. I'll call the no-kill shelter where I got my cats. I'll ask my sister and my mom to call around and see if anyone could take her in.

If anyone wants a cat, let me know!