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Let me preface by saying that I grew up with cats. The cats I spent my childhood with were angels. Ginger was the sweetest old soul, constant purring on your lap or chest, paws on your face, soothing goodness. Our other cat Dusty, was more like a dog - He would follow me from room to room, jump on my lap and showered me in kisses. Overall - a tremendously positive experience. Beyond that, I have always been drawn more to dogs in my life - so vibrant in personality and so social, but also WAY too much work and time required to maintain a stable pet.
I have depression and have been seeking a loving, companion pet for some time, knowing a cat would be my best bet as a working student. I have been going to and from shelters and adoption organizations for quite some time, and while many of the cats were charming, I never felt a strong connection to them. They seemed aloof, more interested in things around them than people. Fast forward to a week ago when I met 4yo Birdie at the humane society. At our humane society, you must sit in a supervised room in order to interact with a cat.
When being set down in the room, all of the previous cats wanted to explore (understandably) but that made it hard to discern their personalities in such a short amount of time. Birdie, on the other hand, was placed next to me, looked about the room with her big green eyes, but immediately sought me out, purring, head-butting, looking up at me. She would sit on my lap or in my arms as content as could be. I finally found another cat like Ginger, I thought. I went back the next day with the intention to adopt her, took her into another private room just one more time to be sure, had another wonderful experience, then made the jump. Soon, I was driving Birdie home.
Since bringing Birdie home, she has shown very different colors. I understand that it takes cats time to settle in, but this feels drastic. Birdie turns out to be INCREDIBLY skittish. Runs away at the drop on a hat. She spends most of her time hiding, be it under my couch, or (more concerning) under my oven. She seeks out me and my boyfriend every once in a while, or rather sits near us. She never sits in our laps or purs like she did in the shelter. She prefers being alone. She doesn't play. She mostly just looks like she couldn't give one damn less. I feel really quite sad... I feel like I was tricked. This is not what I signed up for... for the next 15+ years.
I need a cat that wants to cuddle and be affectionate - that is what I was looking for all this time. I refused to settle, but it didn't matter anyway, because Birdie is so different now than when I made the decision at the shelter. I'm so disappointed. I hate to say this, but I suddenly feel burdened. I want it to work out, but I look at my previous cats, and my family member's cats, all full of personality and all of whom bonded immediately.
I don't know what to do... am I supposed to wait it out? Suck it up? Will it get better? Why is personality so drastically different? Bottom line - I don't want a cat unless it possesses affectionate social traits, but I also don't want to return an animal to the shelter, feeling like I failed it.
I have depression and have been seeking a loving, companion pet for some time, knowing a cat would be my best bet as a working student. I have been going to and from shelters and adoption organizations for quite some time, and while many of the cats were charming, I never felt a strong connection to them. They seemed aloof, more interested in things around them than people. Fast forward to a week ago when I met 4yo Birdie at the humane society. At our humane society, you must sit in a supervised room in order to interact with a cat.
When being set down in the room, all of the previous cats wanted to explore (understandably) but that made it hard to discern their personalities in such a short amount of time. Birdie, on the other hand, was placed next to me, looked about the room with her big green eyes, but immediately sought me out, purring, head-butting, looking up at me. She would sit on my lap or in my arms as content as could be. I finally found another cat like Ginger, I thought. I went back the next day with the intention to adopt her, took her into another private room just one more time to be sure, had another wonderful experience, then made the jump. Soon, I was driving Birdie home.
Since bringing Birdie home, she has shown very different colors. I understand that it takes cats time to settle in, but this feels drastic. Birdie turns out to be INCREDIBLY skittish. Runs away at the drop on a hat. She spends most of her time hiding, be it under my couch, or (more concerning) under my oven. She seeks out me and my boyfriend every once in a while, or rather sits near us. She never sits in our laps or purs like she did in the shelter. She prefers being alone. She doesn't play. She mostly just looks like she couldn't give one damn less. I feel really quite sad... I feel like I was tricked. This is not what I signed up for... for the next 15+ years.
I need a cat that wants to cuddle and be affectionate - that is what I was looking for all this time. I refused to settle, but it didn't matter anyway, because Birdie is so different now than when I made the decision at the shelter. I'm so disappointed. I hate to say this, but I suddenly feel burdened. I want it to work out, but I look at my previous cats, and my family member's cats, all full of personality and all of whom bonded immediately.
I don't know what to do... am I supposed to wait it out? Suck it up? Will it get better? Why is personality so drastically different? Bottom line - I don't want a cat unless it possesses affectionate social traits, but I also don't want to return an animal to the shelter, feeling like I failed it.