I used to live in a house. It was only small (terrace) with two bedrooms but it had a long back garden. So I had cats, adopted from the rescue centre. I had two originally, both elderly, but then one died and I got two kittens from the same litter also from the rescue centre.
Then my dad died suddenly, I gave birth the next month. My partner had gone. I was 'stony broke' and moved into my dads flat. All is ok except my cats.
They just haven't settled. They constantly want to go in, out, in out, sometimes it's the middle of the night and one of them will be yowling to be let outside. They keep killing mice and leaving them outside, I remove them as soon as I see them but obviously this isn't nice for the other residents, I just hope I can get in there first (think I usually do.) as soon as I sit down someone miaows to go out. I get virtually no uninterrupted sleep at all, my daughter is ok it's the cats!!!
But I don't think I can re home them. Apart from the morals, one of them is old. Very very old.
One is so timid, he is even nervous of me. The other isn't so bad but she's not the most cuddly of cats. They also aren't very 'cutesey' cats. They are black cats so hard to rehome and are fluffy.
I don't know, I guess I chose to get them. I'm stuck with them, but I feel so bad for them and for me tbh as I am permanently worn out and honestly it is the sodding CATS!