I finally left my abusive alcoholic husband on Friday. He is furious. I am living with lovely friends who are converting a barn on their farm . The barn won't be ready for 4 months.
I have 2 dearly loved cats. One is a real cuddle boy. I have been back for cuddles but as you can imagine it's not ideal. Stbex knows they are my Achilles heal. He has told me to 'take my fucking cats' He is very angry that I have now joined the long list of children, friends and other family to leave him to drink himself into an early grave.
Dear friends have no problem with me bringing cats here. The problem is they have a dog. A Weimaraner! (Who happens to be big and very soppy) ... but my cats have only come across a dog once and ended up stuck to the living room window like a macabre and deeply unfunny Garfield cartoon. Absolutely terrified.
My choices are ;
Move my fluffy loves and be in hand for constant cuddles but in a home with a dog they are scared of.
Leave them be, where they will have no human cuddles but I can feed them in the outhouse. (I am close by) Until new home ready.
Return to abusive husband and they will be happy.
Rehome (I would return before I did this)