When I moved to New York City I couldn’t bring my two cats with me right away, so my mother agreed to care for them until I got more settled. However, she got tired of them because I was dragging my feet about bringing them here, so she took them to New Hampshire to a friend’s house. Now I don’t know if I’ll ever get them back. On one hand it’s okay because they are happy and healthy where they are now, but it’s really not okay because I miss them so much I can’t even watch a cat food commercial without getting depressed.