Why do I feel so awful?



This kitty has been a fixture of our apartment complex for 2-3 months now. He's an adorable thing, friendly as hell, and skinny as a rail. A few weeks ago, I had to put a note above the mail boxes, asking that people stop feeding him- or at least to stop leaving food out for him. We have enough ants as it is, and someone reported seeing a rat. As well, who knows how healthy the little guy is, and I don't want any of the tenant's cats to have a run-in with him and potentially get sick. D and I would love to take him in, but we will have a hard enough time moving 2 cats across the country when we move, much less 3. That, and the cats we already own haven't been getting enough attention since the baby's been here. So today we did something that made me cry- took him to a shelter (I've never had to do that before). I hope to goodness someone adopts him. He's so cute and friendly. I'd be heartbroken if he had to be put down. :(