Rejection is never easy but it has a different feel/meaning when it comes from one of your pets.
We have had our cat Kendra for about 3 ½ years. She was adopted from Greenhill Humane Society in Eugene, Oregon. Kendra has always been a little skittish and had difficulty settling in. She did however settle in eventually, becoming quite good friends with our dog Sadie. However, we then adopted a little black kitten named Percy. The dog got along with both cats but the cats never got along. During this time our babies were growing and becoming little explorers full of energy and fast pace. Kendra never liked all of the high energy of small children.
We tried to make Kendra an indoor cat when we adopted her, but it became apparent that she wanted to go out. On the whole she never strayed far but as time progressed she started staying out for a couple of days at a time. Then there was the time when she was gone for a month. We were sure she had been hit by a car, but then one morning she strolled through the door.
In early July 2012 Kendra left the house early one morning never to return. We posted signs all over the neighborhood but never found her. One day a neighbor suggested putting up some signs in a retirement community a short distance from where we lived. The day we placed some signs, I received a call from an elderly lady saying the “I might have your cat and if you would like to call me, I would be happy to talk to you about her.” After nearly 3 months of looking for our cat, we finally found her. She looked very healthy and happy.
Kendra was not kept locked up or even went inside this lady’s house. She was free to roam around and came and went from this lady’s house throughout the day for food and love. As the crow flies, we lived less than ¼ mile away from this house. It became apparent that she was not lost; she chose to leave us and find a calmer more relaxing environment.
After I got past the emotion of being rejected by MY cat, I found myself being just happy that she was alive and happy. We were so excited to get the call while at our children’s school that we did not think and took them with us. Our children were so happy to see Kendra but devastated when she did not want to come home with us.
We will see what the next few days bring. Having seen us, will she come back to us? Has she gone for good? The nice thing is that we can go by and visit. The kids are already asking when we can go and how long we can stay.
Being rejected is hard – but we have been rejected as a family.