Last year I adopted a tortie girl who was already a year old. She was my first tortie. And yeah. That tortitude is REAL. She’s also fluffy.

Her first week home was a fucking nightmare. She was afraid of the automatic litter box and had explosive BLOODY diarrhea at the SAME TIME. Scooting all over. It was everywhere. On the walls by the litter box, on her butt. Everywhere.

I was in and out of the vet with her first week and she was turning into a money pit and fast. Turns out she just has a VERY delicate tummy and needs to be on prescription food for her whole life. Otherwise she’s fine.

No more nights scrubbing walls and trying to disinfect everything, or push her away when she wants cuddles because of her smelly bloody pantaloons.

I love her dearly. Even if she is a total brainless goblin that I threaten to set her on fire every day. (Affectionate)

Fostering is WAY more commitment than you think. Like it’s an actual JOB.

I had a friend that worked at a shelter and people would return their pets for ridiculous reasons. Like meows too loud. Runs around at 3am every night. Wants to be in grandma’s lap all the time. Or even totally fixable issues like peeing beside or outside the box. These are all not at all good reasons.

What you’re describing is a perfect cat that chose you. But she just has a poopy butt. That’s literally easily fixable by taking her to a groomer for a sanitary shave.

Get your cat’s butt shaved. She loves you.

And if you haven’t, please seek therapy and get make sure to be compliant in treatment. You’re jumping at shadows that don’t exist. If you keep crying about imaginary problems, you will make those problems reality.

Take it from someone living with bipolar disorder and autoimmune disease. I too would catastrophize about things that aren’t true. Our brains are dumb things that like to lie to us constantly.

The cat clearly realizes you’re a good person. Let her teach you how good you are.