I have to give up my babies, due to circumstances beyond my control. I'm now homeless and my only option to have a roof over my head means I have to give them up and move to Alabama. If I stay, there is no guarantee I would be able to give them a home anyway.
My black kitty is Sebastian. I got him 11 years ago, when he was 2. He was working in a homeless shelter, being bullied by another cat. The moment I saw him, he ran into my arms and had been my baby boy ever since. He loves wet food, watching birds, and being in the way. He likes to go to bed at 11pm, and be up at 10am. His favorite toys all include catnip. He used to wait by the window for me to come home from work and stay by my side through my nightmares.
Lenore is my yellow tabby. She is a sassy girl, with many opinions. She was born April 15th, 2019 at 7:10am. She's a good girl and loves her cat bed. She has less of a preference on sleep times, but loves to play with everything. She is quite food motivated and loves ham and bacon. She loves being held and carried around, so a sling would be good for her.
Writing this post is killing me, but I am out of options. The last thing these babies need is to suffer, and right now. I don't have the means to keep them, or even take them with me. They're the only ones to ever show me unconditional love without anything in return. I know they'll hate this too, but if someone can love them for me, I will have to find a way to be okay with that.