Guess what. Trooper yet lives. 

So, in my last post I wrote concerning how torn up I was about having to give him to a place that might kill him. Well, at the end of the day I just couldn’t do it. I don’t know if anyone else saw that coming; odds are that everyone did but me. I, personally, was surprised. I tend to think that I’m capable of doing the logical thing if I really have to, but I think I’ve got too much of an imagination and can very well convince myself that the logical thing is not entirely necessary yet. I harbor much more hope than I let myself believe sometimes. So, curious to see if maybe Trooper would get better given a few days, I decided not to take him to the SPCA. No one questioned me on this; and it seems that secretly, though the decision had been left in my hands, everyone was also hoping for the best for Trooper. My roommate included, who has turned out to be his saving grace.

She is [ most likely] adopting him.

Trooper’s already made himself at home here. He lounges where he wishes, though we’re attempting to keep him from forming bad habits early on (for example, stepping all over my laptop while I’m trying to type). He’s showing signs of getting better I think; his breathing still sounds horrible but his attitude is brighter. He’s really curious, about everything, and curiosity is one of those things that I love to see in anyone, so this kitty won me over from the start.  My roommate got him some medicine, a decongestant and antibiotics, so hopefully it’ll start doing him some good very soon. It was such wonderful news when she told me she wanted to keep him. It’s a relief to me that this sweet little guy will be loved and taken care of, and I’m happy that he gets to stick around here for the next couple of months. 

Man, he just stretched out on my floor [he’s so freakin’ adorable!].

Also, just wanted to give a shout-out to my boyfriend for all the help he’s given since Trooper found us. He went with us to the vet, stood by while I tried not to cry, messaged people he knew to try to find a place for Trooper and totally supported me as I flip-flopped on what to do with this cat. He’s wonderful. 

Anyway… life; I feel like I’m finally living it again. More on that later I guess. 

Wisdom from my mother: Make sure your doors are locked. And your windows. Check them.