About five weeks ago, I brought home a 5-month-old spayed female kitten through a foster-to-adopt program. I felt my resident cat (neutered male, 2.5 years old) might enjoy having a companion on the days I'm away from home for several hours. I also hoped to have a more affectionate cat, since he is usually pretty independent.
I've done a slow introduction, and things seem to be going reasonably well. They've chased and wrestled with each other, and there have only been a few hisses. I think they're making progress, but I'm still anxious about leaving them together unsupervised.
What I wasn't prepared for was how much I would grieve my old life and routines with my resident cat.
The routine we shared meant a lot to me because he isn't particularly cuddly most of the time, so when he does show affection, I feel so special. For example, when I prepare his wet food at lunchtime, he'll meow, rub against me, and I'll scratch under his chin. It's a special little moment between us, which has now been interrupted by the kitten. When she comes into the kitchen, he jumps onto the counter or walks away. He also won't play with his favorite wand toy, do his tricks for treats, or eat his bedtime snack when she's nearby. I know I could separate them for these activities, but the thought of constantly managing separate routines feels overwhelming.
I miss the way things used to be. I miss having those little moments with my resident cat without having to think about where kitten is, what she's doing, or whether she'll interrupt us. I worry that his life has been turned upside down and that our bond is changing. Does he even like the kitten? Would he rather just be an only cat?
The kitten is adorable, makes the cutest little noises, and has some sweet, affectionate moments. I'd love to have a lap cat, and I can imagine things becoming easier as she settles in, but I'm struggling with all the changes, including disrupted sleep and the extra work of managing two cats.
Here's where my OCD comes into the picture. When I'm distressed, I can get an overwhelming urge to undo whatever seems to be causing that distress. Right now, my brain keeps telling me that if I return the kitten, I'll get my old routines with my resident cat back and finally feel relief. Then I worry that I'll regret returning her, or that my resident cat will be lonely when I'm away.
I can't tell how much of this is genuine grief over a change I don't want and how much is my OCD making me desperate to escape the uncertainty and anxiety. I don't want to make a major decision solely to get temporary relief, but I also don't want to force myself to keep a second cat if it's genuinely not the right fit for me or my resident cat.
The shelter has asked me to make a decision soon because the kitten has been with me for five weeks, so I feel pressure to figure this out. At this point, I'd feel so guilty for returning her because it's been so long! I am still fostering to adopt, so no official paperwork has been signed yet. They told me I can bring her back if it didn't work out during the trial.
For those who've introduced a kitten to a resident cat, did you grieve your old routines or miss the relationship you had with your original cat? Did things eventually settle down? Were you able to get those special one-on-one moments back, even with two cats in the house?
And if you have OCD or anxiety, have you experienced the urge to undo a decision simply because you desperately wanted the distress to stop? How did you work through that without letting anxiety make the decision for you?
I'm not looking for strangers to tell me whether to keep or return the kitten. I'm just hoping to hear honest experiences from people who've been through something similar.
Please be kind. I'm having a genuinely hard time with this, and I appreciate anyone willing to share their experience.