Sippi's new home

The next day, after discussions with her potential new owner, I picked up the brown blob and delivered her. She climbed into the back of the woman's car and looked scared. But she had gone from the road, to the car, to the vet's office, to the car, and then another car in about 24 hours. I was informed, upon inquiring, that things had not gone well after her first night. She had lunged at a way-ward indoor outdoor cat, climbed up onto the dining room table, and left a rather large bowel movement in the middle of the floor. The next day I trudged off to pick her back up.

After more discussion it turns out things had gotten better, she would be staying, and I borrowed a crate to help with her training. Over the course of three weeks it became clear that the woman wasn't the proper home. The lady was having her own health problems and couldn't afford Sip's care despite additional vet appointments I tried to support. A visit to the spay and neuter clinic was turned down.

The final straw occurred when Sippi attacked a young stray kitten in the woman's backyard. This was followed later in the day, when a jubilant dog, jumped through an antique glass window of the woman's 1890s era house to greet her at the car. This I didn't learn until weeks later.

Sippi moved into my basement.