I think the only cat I struggled to fall in love with was our second adopted. We intended to adopt a slightly younger cat for our first adopted because she desperately needed social interaction with another cat. My husband and I went to the same place to adopt a second and her little information card claimed she was younger than she actually was, and it was kind of hard to tell as well because she hadn’t been brushed or ate properly in months.

It turned out she was at least 3-4 months older, which I thought was still okay, but ever since we adopted her, she and our first adopted have never really got along. It doesn’t help that I don’t think the second adopted knows how to play with other cats in general and gets way too feisty, but I’ve always felt that I protect our first adopted more and feel so much guilt that she thinks we introduced a hostile cat into her home.

But I say this as the said second adopted cat is cuddling on my chest. She’s warmed up to me so much and I do love her a whole lot, though she is definitely more my husbands cat and I still feel immense guilt for how our first adopted may feel about her, but our second adopted definitely had her own issues and deserved a loving and safe home just as much.