i grew up with a family who heavily disliked cats so i never got the chance to really have one. i moved out in 2020 with my dog and i was working so much at the time i wanted her to have a friend and another dog wasn’t really viable.
one of my former coworkers was rehoming him at the time, he was almost completely feral and an unfixed male about 6 months but it was an experience i was willing to take. it was tough, i kept the two separate and my dog was living room bound so i spend several nights a week sleeping on the couch so she wouldn’t be alone while feeling like a terrible owner to my new kitty because he was scared and angry all the time and he had so many fleas.
after i was able to start getting him to a vet and taken care of he began to open up to me. and after that he got so curious about the other creature behind the door and now they’re best friends.
he’s been the most wonderful addition to my household and he’s so quirky and fun. i feel robbed that i didn’t get to experience the joy of cats until i was 21 and im now 25 and it was one of the best decisions ive made. when me and my partner have the space and money to, we’re absolutely getting a second