This thread reminds me of when I used to work at a cat shelter. Occasionally, someone would walk in, and just sort of stand there, looking around at all the cats - cats sleeping in corners, on the desks, curled up in office chairs, tucked in the book shelves, and kittens playing on the floor. A couple of minutes later, the person would tear up, and walk out the door.
I've always hoped they were able to adopt another cat later.
I've always hoped they were able to adopt another cat later.