do you think cats remember? (LONG)
This isn't really a rant, or a question... more like just some ramblings.
The first time I posted here, it was about the fact that I have to give away my cats this summer. My boyfriend and I are moving in with my grandparents and my mom on the other side of the country so we can go to school, and my grandparents politely asked that I not bring my cats (it is their house, my mom lives with them to help them out). My grandfather had polio, and usually needs a wheelchair. He likes to walk around the house when he can though, and my grandmother was worried that the cats would get underfoot and he would trip and injure himself.
So my inlaws agreed to take the cats. They have a year-old Chow who acts like he's 15, a cranky old Persian dame, and a 6-month old male cat. My cats are two years old.
I'm worried about a lot of things. I'm not worried about the dog, cause all he does is sleep all day, but I'm worried that the Persian will stress my cats out. She's old, so she can't physically hurt them, but I don't want her bullying them or bossing them around like she does the other cat. I know that cats naturally have a hierarchy, but I'm protective of my babies too.
I'm worried about the kitten, Quincy. My cats are extremely loving and laid back and well behaved. Quincy is a little nippy and a little skittish, and I don't want him teaching them bad habits.
I'm worried about my inlaws attitude. They're great people, both the chow and Quincy are shelter rescues, and they treat their animals very well... but I don't know... it's hard to explain, but I treat my cats like people. I treat them like they have feelings and desires and emotions, and I feel like their personalities have really blossomed. The inlaws treat their cats like... cats. I can't help feeling that my babies will sense it, and I don't want them being condescended to. I know that sounds SO weird, but I can't really explain it any better.
And darn it, I'm gonna miss the little beasts. Sometimes I'm cuddling one of them and they smell so good and kitten-y (they will always be kittens) and I start crying cause I can't imagine someone else raising them, someone else being there while they do cute things and someone else getting rough little kisses. I know that's the choice I make by getting my BS, but it's really tough sometimes. I know that it's the right thing, that getting my degree will be good for my future, but it also kind of sucks.
But it is only temporary. As awful as it sounds, my grandparents aren't going to be around forever, probably not even as long as it will take me to get my BS. Don't get me wrong, I don't want that at all, I am very close to my grandparents. But it's a fact that at that point, I am flying out to collect my cats. Do you think they'll remember me? I think I'll just break down if I come back and they treat me like a total stranger, or if they're totally different cats.
Sorry about the long rant. I know some people are going to think it's my fault, and it is. I probably shouldn't have gotten the cats, but when I did I didn't plan on going to school. And they are going to a good home... and I'll see them again. It's just... tough.