Poor Cinder

Cinder is my cat. I've had her since I was in second grade, and when my parents moved this last summer she came to live with us. She is an outdoor cat and always has been, but we've always let her in the house just to snooze for a while. She just had to stay by the back door.

She came here and was doing fine, but the other day we saw her being let out of our neighbor's house. This kinda torked me, because she is my cat. We have a little insulated house for her outside with a heated bed and plenty of food and water. I assumed my neighbors thought she wasn't being taken care of and were trying to adopt her. Dean talked to them a couple of times about it, but I still felt like they weren't quite understanding our concern. So I went and talked to her myself today and asked them to not let her in their house anymore. Her reply was that Cinder just runs in her house without any coaxing and she just can't bear to let a cat in pain back out in the cold. Turns out my cat has arthritis and kidney failure. I knew about the first but not the other. She'll probably have to be put down soon... I don't know if that's the right thing to do or not but she is suffering. And she's at least 16 years old. needless to say, after the conversation with my neightbor I felt better about her being over there. Cinder chose them, they didn't choose her. But they're great people for being willing to let her in their home.