I just want to vent really.
Just went outside to the bin, and there was a cat carrier, with a cat inside, and a note. The note, asking me to look after the cat (with no explanation), is from a man who until a couple of weeks ago lived a few doors down.
I already have his other cat as he decided to come and live with me about 4 years ago - mainly I think because the man refused to get a cat flap, and that is a cat that likes his autonomy, and partly because he (the cat) fell in love with my Stacey (another cat of course), thus putting Bradley's nose out of joint, and causing a bit of a feline love triangle, but that's another story.
The man and his wife have a toddler, and a new baby, and about 4 months ago bought a staffie puppy. So I'm guessing all this, plus the house move, have contributed to this. I could also be related to the fact that the man seems to have developed paranoid schizophrenia (either that or the world really is going to end on 14 January, MI5 really are monitoring him, aliens really are sending him messages via youtube and pigeons really are following him around telling him what to do). So even though I have his phone number I've no intention of calling him.
So it looks as though I have another cat, on top of my 19 full-timers, plus another six I'm having to foster until a cruelty case is resolved, plus a local stray with a fractured hip that's on cage rest in my bathroom .... Hell's bells, it's all getting a bit much.
I might as well keep this cat though rather than trying to rehome him through Celia's. No only is there of course no room at all at Celia's, but also this cat will at least be back on home territory and so should settle in reasonably quickly (although I've yet to find out how he's likely to feel about living in such a multi-cat household).
No advice sought - just a bit of tea and sympathy ...