When we decided we had to give Minou up I felt mixed feelings about it. I wanted him to be happy and not stressed by the other cats, but I love him and felt attached and I didn’t want him to think I abandoned him. I know cats probably do not “think”,  but I felt like a traitor.

This morning I saw Minou running away from Sammy who was again chasing him for the fun of it. I knew we were giving him up for a good reason. We packed everything in the car and brought him to his new home. He was dubious. He was actually afraid, shaking even. I sat beside him on the floor for a long time. He went in and out of the carrier several times and then planted himself by the screen door where he could look at the birds and smell the air.

After he had explored the room awhile and seen where all of his things were located and looked more relaxed. I hugged and kissed him goodbye while his eyes were riveted on the birds. Nik and I left. Later, Nikki’s aunt said that after we left, Minou cried for about five minutes, but then he quieted down and let them pet him. Poor fellow. I know he doesn’t understand but I hope he will be happy soon. As for me, well, I am sad today. Everywhere I look around the house and in the garden I expect to see him.

I suppose the girls are trying to cheer me up. So far they have been pulling flowers out of vases, throwing the petals around, chasing each other everywhere, and banging on the walls to get my attention. They are cute and fun and I love them but they are not Minou.