A little while ago I wrote about the tough decision to re-home my cat, Mr. Mittens. After spending a few days on my partner's grandmother's porch and being told he's too old to adopt (He will be 10 in March), my mother in law decided to take him (it was her partner's idea) and it seems to be going pretty well considering he's now living with another cat and a small dog, a Chorkie, they call them. He's been wearing a Feliway collar while acclimating.

Yesterday the local humane society couldn't take Mr. Mittens so he's at my partner's grandmother's house staying on the porch with everything he needs. We also had a guy over to clean the carpets and may have to replace them for obvious reasons. My mother-in-law told me he's happy to be outside on the enclosed porch so I guess that's something for now. He can enjoy the outdoors and he's pretty well cared for but I'll feel uneasy until I know for sure he has a permanent home again.

A while back I wrote a diary asking for help with litter box trouble. Well, after years and years of trying everything we could think of, we can't think of any other choice than to re-home the little guy. I guess I should have expected this after we moved into a condo with carpet a couple years ago and have had to spend a fortune dealing with that and the stress that came with it.