This is Sweetpea. She is illusive. Beautiful. Tortured. She has her own demons that we will never understand that make her dash from the room if you look at her and she is attacked on a regular basis by our other cat Emmy. She was the love of Beau, our cat that died this year. She has been having a lot of issues and yet, she is a beauty - when she dons to let us snap a shot.
We rescued her when we were living in San Francisco. My husband really didn't want another cat, but we were smitten by her beautiful green eyes. When we went to get her at an apartment in the Haight we had to dig her out from behind the refrigerator. We should have known.
When she was ready to be fixed we knew it because she yowled for days in heat on the bottom floor of our house. We should have known.
When we moved across country my husband carried both cats in a carrier in the front of his Uhaul and she cried the entire way - 2000 miles of cat crying. We should have known.
Right now she is having issues getting down the stairs to the litter box. Not because she is skittish or unable, but because Emmy refuses to let her come downstairs. We should have known.
And all though we should have known that she was not the ideal pet I wonder what happens to animals that aren't perfect, don't meet the standard of our dream, or are just a little rough around the edges. We knew that we could never give her away - who would want her? So instead we try to make her as comfortable as possible even though we should have known better.
