I did wind up with the deaf cat. I went to retreive him and found him to be huge and white as snow. He barely fit in the cardboard box I'd brought along. Tufts of white hair stuck out from the little holes as I hauled him him back to my car. We got home and that's when the trouble started. Immediately, he began shredding my lilac loveseat sleeper. "Why are you doing that?" I asked incredulously as he continued. He then began horking all over my pink bed and taking human-sized turds in his litter pan that caused me to dry heave and light cinnamon incense each time I cleaned it out. One week of this and my fragile mental state deteriorated. "I'll never have children," I told him as he scratched my other couch and I wiped a tear from my eye. Babies, too, hork and poop my boyfriend informed me as I gathered the cat up in the cardboard box to give to my mom. Another epic fail.
Boyfriends's back home. Cat's at my mom's. I feel doomed to wander the planet alone like the Hulk.Except you know, I don't wander the planet. Wander my duplex.