bad timing?

i think i am bringing elvis to the spca tomorrow. not to get his shots. not to get kitty trained. not to get neutered. but to give him to the adoption center. with everything that is about to change in my life (full time job, full time grad school and urban students), i'm not sure it's the wisest thing to have him around. i find myself worrying about feeding him and needing to be home. basically, i am really restricted with him. maybe i am not destined to be a mom? i know children are different, but seriously, this thing took over my life. what i've learned: 1. i'm too young to become any sort of mother right now. 2. what i mean by too young is not mature enough. 3. and i'm not ready to give up me for something else. yep, i'm just that selfish. i should have listened to the little voice inside that i tend to muffle when it said "you can do it, but it's not wise. it's actually stupid. don't do it." and i did it anyway. i think cause that little voice always starts out empowering me.

along with not being able to give him the love he needs, he scratched my friend in the eye tonight. no one believes me when i tell them how aggressive he is... he fits the description of a ferel cat and i don't have time to tame a ferel cat! to top it all off, his fleas came back today. gone for three weeks and they magically reappear. damnit.

i'll let you know the outcome.