Surrender

Well, I've gone and done it, my friends.  I put an ad on craigslist seeking a new home for Truckstop.  The kitten is just not adjusting to our new home, and he's awful sad and upset all the time.  He clearly needs some sort of constant companionship, whether it's human or animal.  Being alone all day drives him to sleep, which keeps him awake and talking to me all night.  I'm close to a psychotic break again.

So Himself is on his way out.

I'm going to miss the little fucker (this is, of course, assuming I find a home for him), but man it'll feel good to get a full night's sleep again.  It's just not healthy.

And too, I was beginning to worry about what I'd do with him if I ever had to go away for a vacation, or maybe to do a two or three night shoot somewhere, once I get back into acting.  I certainly can't afford to put him in a kennel, and most of my friends are allergic, so cat sitting would be troublesome in the extreme (though I'm sure Ken Bolden would do it, I'd be loath to ask it of him, since he lives in Queens and coming to Brooklyn to look after my cat would be horribly out of his way.

But most of all, I need to find him a home for my own peace of mind.  I don't need the responsibility.  I'm not a cat person, and while I've kinda grown attached to Truckstop, I can't say that I've ever grown to love him the way one does a beloved pet.

So it's best for both of us, I think.