This cat adopted me at a campground. Jumped RIGHT into my camper. Made himself home. Now I’m torn between leaving him in the only home he knows or stealing him for a better life. Am I wrong for wanting to kidnap him?
Campground host said he’s been hanging around two years. Does fine. On his own when winter comes. Otherwise gets food and attention from campers.
He chose ME. Jumped RIGHT into my camper. Made himself home. Grown so fond of him. So chill. Very affectionate. Loves to talk. Follows me around. Sometimes have to COAX him out. He RESISTS. Clings. Cries. Jumps back in.
Leaving in morning. Camp host said if I want to take him, go ahead. No idea where he came from. Nothing about him.
What do I do? Leave him alone in the only home he knows? Surviving on camper scraps? Freezing every winter? Watching cars drive away with pieces of his heart?
Or give him a loving home? Take him? Make him MINE?
Don’t know how he’d be with traveling. Seems happy. Content. But deserves a GOOD home. Not just surviving. Not just hoping the next camper is kind. Not wondering if THIS is the winter that breaks him.
He’s chosen me. Twice a day he chooses to come back. To jump in my camper. To resist leaving. To look at me like I’m his person.
But what if I’m being selfish? What if he loves this life? What if he has 20 campers who love him and I’m taking that away? What if freedom means more to him than my heated apartment and scheduled feedings?
Am I wrong for wanting to save him? For believing “doing fine” isn’t the same as “living”? For thinking his resistance to leaving is his answer, even if I can’t be sure?
