First off: not me doing the rehoming, but my landlady. She adopted a beautiful black cat from a rescue centre last week, who made himself at home very quickly and who is just delightful, a total cuddle puss. He and I have bonded really quickly and he’s spent much of his time wedged up against me on the sofa, snoring.
Sadly, my landlady has turned out to be allergic to him, despite having had cats and dogs in the past, so he is having to go back to the rescue tomorrow. I would have loved to take him on myself but circumstances don’t allow it. And I am really, really upset to see him go. It’s amazing how these little furry critters get under your skin so quickly.
Whoever gives him his real forever home is very lucky indeed. Just wish it could have been me. 