For the love of Izzy.....

This is Isabella (Faith named her). She showed up in our yard 2 days ago and refuses to leave. She has taken a huge liking to me and follows me wherever I go. She also has fallen for Faith....who has fallen very hard in return.

She is a love. She is just the sweetest kitty. Problem....Trevor is highly allergic to cats. To the point that when he reacts his face blows up and he ends up with pneumonia within days. The good part....he's on Singulair right now and I am pumping him up with double doses until we find Izzy's true family.

Izzy stayed with us on Thursday night. It was not pretty. She is a crier. She walked through this house meowing all night long and I mean all night long. At around12:30 she woke up Faith and Faith came to sleep with Ray and I. At 1:30 I awoke to Izzy standing on my chest and licking my face for me to pat her. I put her at the end of the bed and this game continued until about 3:00 when I finally put her in the hall, told her to go find a pillow and go to sleep. She didn't react well and cried until 5:00 a.m. Needless to say, neither Faith, Ray nor I slept at all.

We had every intention of hangning fliers up before we did Ray's birthday yesterday (everyone wish Ray a happy 47th! :) ). He got stuck at work with the fliers and couldn't leave. It was his day off and we had planned on hanging those suckers everywhere, but he had an important meeting that ran all day. We need sleep and Trevor needs to have his meds reduced. He is so tired. So we never got the chance to hang them up.

Izzy won't leave the yard. She stays there and meows all day. She has taken home under the tree or under the patio table. She comes in when she's hungry or she needs to poop. Why she doesn't poop outside baffles me but she comes in to poop in her makeshift litter box ( an empty box that used to house our water bottles). So alas, she has adopted us. She cries if the kids leave...they walked to the store across the street and she didn't stop until they came back {sigh}. We cannot keep this cat.

So last night we were exhausted. We put the kids to bed around 9:00 and Faith cried her heart out because Izzy was still in the patio area. She wouldn't come in. Faith, cried and cried and cried. It was awful. I tried to talk to her and promise her that she would be fine and that if we made her come in she would just cry and keep us all up all night. Yeah, that didn't go over too well. I promised I would try one more time to get her in when I went to bed. She ended up in bed with us again. She finally passed out around 10:45. Izzy was stubborn and refused to come in last night. She stayed in the patio area all night. I heard her crying in the middle of the night and tried to coax her in but alas, she wanted to stay out. She cried on and off all night. Why does this cat cry so much? Again, I didn't sleep well.

I heard the kids run downstairs around 6:30-7:00 and Trevor scream...Yeah...she's still here. This cat is not going anywhere....{sigh}. So here we are 2 days later, all exhausted and torn as to what to do with the cat. We are going to hang the fliers as soon I as finish typing this. If she is not claimed by dinner tonight my Auntie Lynn has graciously offered to take her.....the kids are very upset with me over this. Their argument is Trevor is fine. What they don't understand is that Trevor cannot keep taking double doses of medicine....2 days is my limit. It scares me to give him so much and when push comes to shove I am going to choose my child over a cat. They desperately want a pet other than toads or fish. I get that. We are looking into puppies. Trevor is not allergic to dogs but we want a low dander, real hair not fur to be safe. We are going off the recommended puppies list by the Asthma Association but they are expensive and I have lots of debt to pay off before I can fork over $1,000 or more dollars for a dog. I truly believe that every child needs a pet.....just not THIS pet.

Izzy is sleeping in the window next to me right now( if she's not sleeping there she take residence in front of me on the computer table so I can't see the screen) . I seriously think she has day and night mixed up and that she thinks my only job is to pat her non-stop.

So alas, we sit and we pray that Izzy's true family reads a flyer and claims her, that my children forgive me for giving their pet away and that this all has a happy ending. Mostly... I pray for sleep! ;)